lachrymatron

contemplative of a hair’s breadth
the razor’s edge is a godless acre
when alternating between the bipolar borders
the surface of remission frays quickly

the victim is a volunteer in a way
consenting to the contradiction:
the infliction of damage to jump-start healing

the ends never mesh with the means
it’s a failure carefully ensured

the body of disproof tells lies
plausible deniability is a one-time offer
it’s a threat wrapped in a promise
trapped in a half measure
I know you never mean it

the spear-tip luminosity breaks upon entry
impaling little stray reflections by accident
you’re dangling by many threads

the piercing wound is in lieu of nothing
it was either this or the build-up to this

the body of disproof tells lies
plausible deniability is a one-time offer
it’s a threat wrapped in a promise
trapped in a half measure
I know you never mean it

the victim is a volunteer in all sorts of ways


Given that the main ploy of “lachrymatron” is portmanteau titles with twists, I think it’s rather fitting that the titular poem be a twist in and of itself.  Of course, the surface level seems a bit too obvious, but there is a razor-thin line separating the notions put forth from the obvious; which is all the difference you need if you tend to be contemplative of… you know.

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