Purgatory.

they told us we should fear the past
as much as we anticipate the future
they told us that they would
come for us, eventually

but this was unexpected
a sudden shuffle in the night and
a disturbed blanket
they shifted, lifted until they thrust
us before them —

my heart settled on one side of
Libra
rivalling the other, a medley of ten
thousand feathers
the dog-faced Lord hailed it judgement
but reality sought images of condemnation

you would not believe the weight
piled against my poor heart
and we stood to watch the scales
dance nonchalantly, swaying to the
rhythmic heaving of my stifled lungs

I looked at my heart, noticing the fissures
and broken edges, frowning at the ingrown corners
and I pondered if I would ever truly
need such a suffered thing
if my soul would be enough to endure —

but much like life, fate was non-negotiable
and the dog-faced Lord declared the
abyss from which retribution was bestowed
the scales plummeted, the feathers
ruptured, ascending in herds as though
attached to wings

and in the frenzy, the gates opened
the dog-faced Lord smiled
and I knew that
it was over.

 

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