Merlin’s Mushrooms

Merlin’s presence as a panicle 
  Wizard, throughout the centuries
       has housed a reputation
  throughout fantastical words 
      created to inspire and teach 
 what happens when Merlin 
   crumbles in a picosecond 
      in the manner of a worthless 
           woman — his one true mate
               Nimueh

    Reckless doesn’t persist 
 frustration peaks; hope is snuffed 
    completely, poof, nonexistent 
 every single human who is of 
    consequence has maimed 
         me beyond compare 
  
  Reality check: no one gives a crap
     (Author’s note, not in the mood
          to swear.) agendas are 
    cemented, cracks 
          start to persist 
 
  Nimueh, calls to me 
        possessed with an evil
     plan that courses 
          through the vienless 
   is that better? Is that what 
 is desired, all sparkles 
    gag, and bound 
         silenced 
 
    To house a voice is a gift 
 if that voice releases 
    shh, come closer, 
 place your ear to the digital 
    implement, I need to whisper 
       if that voice let’s go
  left to fall, imagine the movement 
     of psychotic lips at the ready 
         to submit — now, imagine 
   the sparkle in the optic to diminish 
        stitched lips with heavy wire 
      silenced, frightened, and      
             unequivocally unable 
                  to orally communicate 

   Broken perception 
      on the floor, screaming, naked, 
          and afraid 

        s.i.z.z.l.e. 

              CRASH