The Unholy Trinity
She calls unto thee,
From the deepest,
Darkest pits of purgatory,
She calls me names only love knows,
She kisses me better than a lover can.
‘You are better than them.’ She affirms daily,
She drowns me in the bloody waters
Of happiness and sadness,
She disregards the borderline,
She closes the door on my friends,
Shuts out my family,
She hunts for the candy in the jar,
She tells me the key to heaven is in the candy,
The jar becomes mine
If I hold my breathe- a little
Longer; for 3 more minutes,
She swears it will take the pain away,
But I can’t please her- not today.
She throws tantrums as she dances with another playmate,
She kisses him like she once kissed me,
They dance together- a tango,
No room for a third party,
The air I breathe- saturated with melancholy.
My friends break through the candy jar,
Sacrificing my body to the fixer with the green couch,
I promised her I’d never tell,
Three can learn to tango,
The fixer can’t see or hear them,
I watch them dance on the fixer’s table,
The fixer is not one of us.
The charade can’t be kept for long,
The fixer with her four eyes and the notepad,
Ponders about the blue room,
The straitjacket and the blue pills,
A befitting gift for me?
She kisses me and he cuddles me,
The perfect trio,
Playing hide and seek with the fixer,
Albeit, between the thief and the owner,
Only one succeeds.
The blue pills
In the blue room,
The fixer shuts me in,
The fixer shuts us in,
The unholy trinity remains.
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WRITTEN BY: MARIAM ALAYANDE
PHOTO BY: ARCHILLECT