Subtext
V.C. Myers
Subtle beauty in stealth venom.
Your ever thickening tangle—
creeping & parasitic.
A hunter’s trap, hidden in
the undergrowth.
Underground,
a colossal cave cathedral of
cunning, cutting criticism.
In the maw, unhinged
jaws
baring raging, ragged
fangs:
stalagmites & stalactites of
patronizing platitudes.
Pooling
torrents of ancient grievances.
Your molten lava, hardened,
black rock beneath my feet.
My ambered silence.
My memento mori.
Tea & no sympathy,
it goes right through me.
You bag of sick.
You whitewashed wall.
This poem is part of a collection of pieces that will be published on the blog through April and May 2025 leading to the release of Bombay Gin Literary Journal Issue #49, in the strangler fig.
