By Methar Luthra
I stand crushed,
I stand trodden upon,
I stand hunched against the glare,
Caught in a whirlwind of the sharpest emotions,
The most monstrous eddies,
The clingiest of stabs,
The mightiest of waves,
The loneliest of caves,
I surrender to your depths,
I surrender to your abyss,
I bow down to the lowliest of mammals,
For he who chooses to survive has more strength than me,
I capitulate to the reediest of reptiles,
For they who crawl reek of stamina,
I stand having bludgeoned my will of reason,
I have gouged my pride and stand bleeding happiness,
Every contact is joy,
Every prick is pleasure,
What wanton being am I?
Who cannot but be?
Gather your wings and blunt your knives,
For I give myself thee.