The Beast (A Villanelle)

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“I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane;
I lost the key, and forgot the gate.
(I only have myself to blame.)

I want to see cracks, your cool surface I’d maim,
So I could pull myself through,
into your world:
I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane.

White flag raised, I give up the game
Scatter the pieces, just leave it to fate
(I only have myself to blame.)

A green fog crept into my brain:
Made its home as it unfurled:
I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane.

I have tried to escape, in vain.
The beast won’t sleep;
he ignores my attempts to sate.
(I only have myself to blame.)

The roles of life
I almost successfully feign,
These bonds, they hold, they sting,
and grate.
I’m sure you’ve driven me quite insane.
(I only have myself to blame.)

-LM Jones
(Quote: Sylvia Plath)

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