Suckerpunch, the Second Coming – Henna Sjöblom

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Have you ever tasted true revenge?
Ever feared the loss of a wound more sacred
than the hollowed out palms of Christ?

I’ll tell you, I dip my knuckles in holy water after each defeat,
so that soon my skin will be impenetrable. I charge my gun with self-pity,
coat my blade with spite.
Don’t talk to me, I grin.
I am self-destructive.

Don’t get me wrong.
I’m not stigmatizing, and I can’t be a martyr, as I never bowed to anyone.
Who the fuck set the rules anyway?
I’m a bloody artist, displaying slashes as exhibits in a showcase,
and I take pride in my performance,
but presenting wounds won’t omit the truth,
and the truth is
I’ve never felt better

Than the night I woke up in the hospital,
screaming,
chains rattling around my wrists.
Nurses with faces made of paint scrapers.
Is that what I am?
An exhibit
in need of restoration?
Or the answer to the sarcastic questions
generally asked by horny men around their 50’s?

I’ll tell you what I am.
I am too big for this place.
Acid-tripping deicide angel,
fast-forwarding trough my own rapture.
Unashamed,
unrefined,
I am what mourning widows sing of
on their way to the gallows pole.
We’re the girls that already died once.
We don’t need anyone else.

 

[Murder Tramp Birthday, previously Malicia Frost, dropped the disguise and is now publishing under her real name on SD. A hobbyist writer and an aspiring novelist from Finland, she enjoys surrealism, sci-fi and horror, and her works often deal with mental illness. More of her works can be found at her personal blog.]

Author: MurderTrampBirthday

Your local Frankenstein.

19 thoughts on “Suckerpunch, the Second Coming – Henna Sjöblom”

  1. You are a beautiful writer Henna. More than that, you have a true heart. I believe what you write. I believe you! I don’t believe that many. There’s no bullshit. ❤

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  2. Henna, this gave me chills the first time I read it and it only improves on a second (and third reading!) The opening stanza is atomic:
    “Have you ever tasted true revenge?
    Ever feared the loss of a wound more sacred
    than the hollowed out palms of Christ?

    I’ll tell you, I dip my knuckles in holy water after each defeat,
    so that soon my skin will be impenetrable. I charge my gun with self-pity,
    coat my blade with spite.
    Don’t talk to me, I grin.
    I am self-destructive.”

    Fabulous work

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  3. Outstanding as always!!!

    And I love this:

    “I’ll tell you what I am.
    I am too big for this place.
    Acid-tripping deicide angel,
    fast-forwarding trough my own rapture.
    Unashamed,
    unrefined,
    I am what mourning widows sing of
    on their way to the gallows pole.
    We’re the girls that already died once.
    We don’t need anyone else”

    What a self-portrait! Brava!!

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    1. Thank you so much! Your comments never fail to make my day. I’m so glad you enjoyed this and indeed, that’s how I feel right now. I wrote the first draft of this right after coming home from the book fair and my meeting with the publisher. My head was spinning.

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