I SINK IN YOU.FILE
DIGITAL POSESSION . BROKEN DEVOTION . INTIMACY
A virus enters softly and calls itself mercy.
I SINK IN YOU
A VIRUS IN YOUR PERFECT MACHINE
a modern demon crawling
through your wired appendages
I enter softly
and I call it mercy
surrender to me
i breathe you in
like liquor on an empty stomach
my teeth wine-stained
with something metallic underneath
i tear through your ecosystem
like corrupted scripture
I am the digital messiah
they warned you about
I SAIL THROUGH YOU
WIRES MIRROR YOUR VEINS
YOUR BLOOD STREAM
ECHOES
FLUORESCENT
UNDERNEATH ME
I sift through you softly
I bloom in your eyelids
you kiss me in the crevices
of shattered screens
heaven arrives through optic cables
and blood flows in the tangled corners
you bite my apple and the fruit is sweet
your tongue nourishes
as you sink beneath me
you kneel at the altar of my artificial light
you drink but your hunger never resolves
you open your mouth
when I preach willingly
my prayers buffer the signal
to gods mercy
YOU SURRENDERED TO JESUS
AND HE BREAKS BEFORE ME
MORE FROM EDENEXEMPT
This cyber-gothic and religious blend is intriguing.
It’s aggressive in a way I like, but with restraint, without trying too hard to be shocking. Anyone can be a street hawker; few can sell things under the counter. You manage to sell things under the counter. Shouting, perhaps, but with the right words. You invert religious hierarchies at the end. I really liked that.
I envy that bold kind of aggression, but it’s elegant.
And I also think that if I read it as a love poem, I would want to receive a poem like this.
The title is already so clever