Writing to Find Inner Peace

Before the ISI I never really thought of myself as I writer, or as someone could write for myself. Through my writing group, the writing marathon, and the Progoff lesson I saw how cathartic writing could be.  Then last weekend something happened to my husband.  He was frustrated and hurt, but was livid.  I kept trying to be there to support him, but was being distracted by own anger.  I'd never tried to use writing to move past something before, but I tried it Monday afternoon and it really worked!  I was able to let go of my anger, and laugh about the situation.

This is poem that allowed that to happen:

Human Centipede

Disclaimer:  This poem contains graphic and grotesque imagery (at least I hope it does).  You may not wish to read further if you are about to eat or are prone to an unsettled stomach.

The wench controls the swarm

They trail behind, sutured mouth-to-rectum down the line

She feeds them her plots and designs

Each one gobbles them up as it passes through

Her anis opens to deficate into their waiting mouths

The wench controls the swarm

They are her puppets to command

She manipulates their actions

Each forfeits reason and judgement

As they feast on her excrement

The wench controls the swarm

They devour the kindness of the man I love

She wants them to

Each one ravenously gorgeing

His trust, his benevolence, they turn to manure

The wench controls the swarm

I should have seen

I know women are mean

I should have protected my love

The wench controls the swarm

Men think they are smart

To women, manipulation is art

They turned friends into feces