Endless Marathon

Clipped bodies that hang bright like earings,
Their legs hanging from your ceiling
The sleepy afternoon gaze in their eyes,
enchanted by the mystic delight of your words.


A pan of boiling meat feels like a siren song.
The smell of their lost ego pierces their skin.
Awaken memories of self-asteem
fall to the ground as the ritual proceeds.


No bone is thin enough in this marathon.
No gold medal will ever be achieved.
Only the weight of a thousand promises
will haunt this wrecked ghosts,
while they dispose of their beauty
to honor you, oh rotten god of perfection.


Endless Marathon by Denise Pereira is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.