BODY AND SOUL

by Hyaena Reich

for hair I have copper staples
for forehead mother of pearl
for eyes I have searchlights that pierce through the night
cornered between one eye and the other
a diamond incrusted in my skull as a mock third eye
for nose I have a greyhound museau
and the beauty mark that should bring me many fiances
just rests leftwise untouched
for mouth I have a devouring volcano
weeping flowers and spitting death wishes upon those
who once said they loved me
but did otherwise
for teeth I have serial killers
marking the shoulders of partners with purple marks
in fury during love
for chin I have a bone with an Y mark
marking the masculinity in my femininity
for voice I have silence
and the inner scream
for neck I have an ivory tower
I long to see the wrinkles of old age in it
my throat is protected from the hands of the strangler
by a delicate necklace
and maximum torque velocity
my chest holds the coral seas
my breasts are tender doves waiting to be caressed
my heart is pierced
my heart is a fortress of many layers
my heart is an iceberg
my chest is perforated from one side to other by arrows not of rutile
but of onyx
and the five wounds of Christ
inflicted upon mine heart
one day when I looked into the newspapers and could not believe
my stomach is the valley of unknowing
my belly is the emptiness of the woman who hasn't birthed yet
my spine is the column of rectitude that wishes
to be close to the other column of the temple
my blood is liquid palladium
and when anger rises
it is pulsing sulphur raining over Sodom
my skin
my skin is desert
my skin is the tissue for the Last Pontifex to wear
that between my legs is hell
I haven't felt nothing warmer
burns day and night
my legs are columns of imperfection
marred with scars here and there
two from an intempestive childhood
one from a self inflicted error
"as above" tattooed inside one knee
"so below" inside the other
(I hate those words
maybe
because I always get to hate what I love because they didn't gave enough
or else I'm insatiable)
one scar in my inner thigh
is the rememberance of a birthday present given one day before my birthday
my ankles are made of mercury
my feet have walked past thousands of steps just to see you
circambulating the tesseras of thousands of palaces
my hands are twigs of a giant tree
cut, then pasted in the stumps I remained with
after laying my wrists in train rails for an impossible marriage
the old torture machine painted pink with cake and bliss
cut me open and see my entrails
and feed off these guts
I am the one who is afraid of many things
but not of death;
remains only my soul
the animation of this body
once was a green bird
then Leviathan
reincarnated as a Hyaena of perpetual laughter
who while alive mocked death
and after death laughed at death itself
this is me, the cynical
love me
whole
just as I am.

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REQUIEM

by Hyaena Reich


towards where I am going
may the water take me
I am soul, colliding with the world

towards where I am going
may the wind steal me
I am fearless blood

towards where I am going
the succession of the seasons
my time is endless moons

as I run
restless
may the earth receive me

one morning
I walked through the streets
away from laws

a fallen angel
followed my steps
in his face
the shadow of a smile

but my walking is lame
a pointed arrow
trespasses my blooming breast

towards where I am going
my sweet body already cold
may thine hands take me
to my last rest

from my entwined hands
no one shall tear
the secrets of my laughter.
CIRCUMFERENCE


the cycle began through its own center,
starting abrupt, brought promises of quietness
and what remained refulgent the protective shadow hides it,
forming a crescent wave,
added the sweet to the salty, revealing a distanceless aeon.
and fearlessly awoke six senses inside a world of murmurs, and the field became red to the touch.
incredible sensations
it was the insatiable sentiment of a sentiment of insatiable desire
an act of unbridled passion
how to reach the highest heights or the highest speed
and instead of the shame of nudity, the sadness of not revealing it
and this is the miracle all wish to reach
the assumed, but rarely remembered
but the scarred flesh doth not forget,
faith shall remember that the cure is very close.