Undefined Taboos

An onyx enchantress and her three rats tell me you cast spells

And that you craft ancient potions and elixirs in spades 

Leaving a bitter taste as I regurgitate wisdom teeth 

So I ask, “Can you see me through those verdant shades?”

I guess I’m the villain and you’re the hero

Like blades of dragonglass dressed up in bouquets

So now that I remind myself of the undefined taboos

I’m left misunderstood and lost in a corn maze

As a result I taught my soul to astral project and radiate

To levitate through grand ivory gates looking to be cured

Having lived through the violence required to become this gentle

I struggle to discern the spiraling knots in timberwood

The social cues shriek at me to just get used to it all 

Attempting to have one more cavernous conversation

Having left notes under doors so that the walls could sing 

I slowly spelunk down the evergreen hall of egression

Having chainsmoked six spliffs in a category one

I’ve habitually exiled myself to allow the pots to talk

Full of whimsy like I’m drunk off of poppy’s milk

To the point that I’ve forgotten how to properly walk  

I’ve read this fairytale a couple dozen times over

Disassembling its texture and context to find my way

Through its folkloric motifs and metaphors

Hoping the world will become apparent another day

So I’m left to alchemize the pain that pretends to be prosaic

And blot myself out in blackwork to become a metaphysical mosaic

© Niklen 4/25/25