Trial

Trial
sultry contemptible night, you own me
straggling down twisted streets and long dark halls
searching, searching for something to stop this
burn, this ache that’s settled in my stomach
the oppressive smolder, glaring scowling
circular lucrative logic just out
of reach, out of touch under the cold brick
the soiled pavement the indecisive earth
it’s there waiting with a cheshire grin and
withdrawn claws calculating the perfect
moment to drop kick me in the gut with
the truth, the oppressive iron-clad truth
that I am better off in the depths of
hell than under the gauge of this needle