nemesis

now I will sing
and around my words
will be molten lava
so that to touch my song
you must be burned
seared, blackened
stripped to the bone

now I will dance
and around me will be the moon
so that to see me
your mind will be turned
to lunacy
you must become insane
like a void, like the smell
of chaos
like a madwoman
laughing at her own destruction

now I will write
and my poem will be
hammered into stone
and you, blind and burned
insane
will read my words
with your tongue