Hellbound

Poetry by Jasmine Tanner

Hellbound state of rampant fear,
The time of reckoning is near.
Shimmering view that can renew,
Cherubs and gargoyles play and slay,
What did they have to say?
Why did they have to stay?
Am I in the way?

Cool caress that can suggest,
I’ve something to confess…
It’s past the time to wine and dine,
And surely time to sixty-nine.
But how does it define?
Is it fine?
Is it mine?

The screw that twists, scarf the wrists,
Knotted state arrests the best,
And the rest.
Can I see the time or taste the lime?
Do I whine?
Am I a crime?
Do I waste my time?

Attempted chivalry detests, regressed,
Crowned carnivals divest.
Thorny theatre of defile, in a mile,
In a while, it’s in style.
There’s a wile, it’s all talk.
Am I scared to walk?
Do I dare to stalk?