Britny Inspired
Shari Figgens
Diego Rivera and the Ten Reprimands
Hayden Smith

Back in my youth I told a lie, wrongful deed,
wet the bed. Could the mental siren be any more abrasive?
Beginning is deceptively telling, all ends in screams.
On my deathbed, I will hear your name, take it to my
grave. Leave to echo.

“Repent, Mr. Rivera, eyes pristine with hue.
We shall forgive, but not forget, this story unmasked.
This fable told by a fool.”

The sulky hiss of that feline breed.
Acidic to my ears.
A simple match for an easy fix,
smoldering ashes remain of the flame.

“Repent, Mr. Rivera, eyes pristine with hue.
We shall forgive, but not forget, this story unmasked.
This fable told by a fool.”

Horrific shrieks will infest the land.
The unredeemable use of contraband.
Tigre Blanco settles, viscous in the vein.
Call me nothing, countenance come upon my proper name.

“Repent, Mr. Rivera, eyes pristine with hue.
We shall forgive, but not forget, this story unmasked.
This fable told by a fool.”

Now, let us not discount the human fee.
Sweet nectar on the streets,
immerse myself in feminine sin.
Honor the most common vice.

“Repent, Mr. Rivera, eyes pristine with hue.
We shall forgive, but not forget, this story unmasked.
This fable told by a fool.”

My most selfish sin being one in my own.
The fibers of flesh part with general ease.
What inspired my apathy of self?
The peaceful urge to wither, self-inflict my greatest
pleasure.

“Repent, Mr. Rivera, eyes pristine with hue.
We shall forgive, but not forget, this story unmasked.
This fable told by a fool.”

Count one, to lay my hand upon my spawn.
Count two, for the vile act to be done.
Count three, to beautiful creatures, beaten senseless on
the ground.
Count four, to shameful misery in song.

“Repent, Mr. Rivera, eyes pristine with hue.
We shall forgive, but not forget, this story unmasked.
This fable told by a fool.”

My throat is raw with ever-present longing.
Thoughts are foggy from Satan’s drink.
I present to you the proverbial drunkard,
reflections of a man once was.

“Repent, Mr. Rivera, eyes pristine with hue.
We shall forgive, but not forget, this story unmasked.
This fable told by a fool.”

Tunnel to new accolades of thievery,
of a life, a story, an existence, not of his,
but of my own. True, scars will last a lifetime,
And bloody memories are eternal as the sun.

“Repent, Mr. Rivera, eyes pristine with hue.
We shall forgive, but not forget, this story unmasked.
This fable told by a fool.”

Like a candle I am beautiful.
I am wax dripping, eloquent and selfless.
Unaware of my own prowess, I waste away,
layer by layer. Skin from bone.

“Repent, Mr. Rivera, eyes pristine with hue.
We shall forgive, but not forget, this story unmasked.
This fable told by a fool.”

The most heinous crime being the quietest.
Sweet noose swinging in the breeze.
I come with shattered remains of life,
and love, and suicide.

“Pray, Mr. Rivera, eyes gazing blankly in rest.
The world has not forgotten, this town will not forgive.
Listen close, Mr. Rivera, to the whispers of the past . . .”

Suffer. Suffer. Suffer.