The Last Lost Continent

I felt your sickness

Brush against my arm as I walked by you,

Heard your voice but…

 Couldn’t tell that it was you.

And I slowly watched your sickness slip away

Into a place that I once feared,

 But I….

Was not afraid this time.

So I gave chase and found it finally,

 Slowly feeding from your head

 And from my friends

 And from my family,

So I grabbed it by the neck.

For every lover you have ruined

I dug my nails into its flesh,

And every life that you have taken,

Slammed its head against the brick.

Its blood poured out onto the pavement,

I stirred it in with dirt and spit.

I will take a part of you.

I made mortar from the mix.

Tore every organ from its body,

broke its bone and fashioned bricks.

I lay the mortar in-between,

I made a throne for Hope to sit.

 Too long you’ve torn us into pieces,

Firmly held onto our wrists,

Today I bury you and me.

 I swallowed every inch of it.

-          The Last Lost Continent, La Dispute