My mind wants to be Vlad Dracul
hacking back the enemy horde
and loving his princess forever
but my body is Oedipus
spiraling into horror
paternal hatred and maternal love
crushing, bone by bone
And my soul shrinks from touch
tilting at the windmills of fate
but my heart is Ophelia
and her raiment is wet


© W.R.R. 4/1/2003

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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