anonymous

no one should know my biographies;
neither tender nor hideous.
i will break clean from their minds.

may all who endeavor to remember me
perish in the wild.
should their eyes ever catch a glimpse
of my frightening assemblage,
may they melt from their mouths
and reach deep into the dust,
mute
beneath the screaming blooms
of unclaimed pastures.

nobody should ever cast their lot
in the light that i have stolen,
lay prone and angry and naked with me,
call up to my face,
hate or believe in me.

i hope my symptoms are never retold
not even among the brazen, the occult,
the seething masochists,
and that my story is like a blasphemy
no one still living will gladly suffer.