Emolith

Listen to my voice,
my deep deep voice.
I have so much to cry about
bitch and moan about
through
my voice.
A voice
that calls to you
you must heed
my voice
is so deep
I swallowed you
completely.
It is infinity
trapped in sound
the weight of the whim
the depth of the ocean
so deep
dictating blackness
that is
my voice.
It is all
it is nothing
something
A fun thing
not
my voice
is everything
you ever wanted
your father and brother to be
on a Sunday afternoon
after mass
in a fit of incest
and brotherly love
my voice will be your guide
delve
in my voice.
It is the source of your punishment
the grip of the snare
the icing on your cake
your soaking wet panties
are all subject
to my voice.
Feel the breath on your cheek
rubbing up, hugging your ear
asserting its role
spinning its web
in the chilling cold
so numb
is my voice.