A Hallowed Heart | Leo Mamotlivi (9)

Green and blistering, bubbling and boiling, 

A great, giant, mysterious 

inky bowl stares at me 

With an irrefutable, irresistible sneer.

Sooner than later I am pulled,

My mind is hooked,

And my soul unloads.

My eyes soon lock upon the ancient book of recipes

and before I know, I’ve found a potion 

In scarlet red letters: 

Ambition.

Without hesitation,

I’ve memorized the words,

So you could say 

I’ve essentially just begun

 my doom.

Potions, potions and potions galore,

My cauldron now bubbles 

As its pores open, roaring for more.

A stem, from grapevine, 

A gem for war.

I can’t help but wonder how much more it could go.

The cabinet gleams with it’s elements, ingredients,

And only tremendous thoughts fill my soul.

Thud goes the book, 

On the floor; Its purpose, no more.

My arms are paralyzed, unable, but brisk.

Soon there is nothing but restlessness in this,

Empty vials, purposeless rope, a few lifeless stones,

Soon I’m beyond realizing the outturn.

There is one more step, one more stride, 

My insides tangle as I remember the endmost step,

a red, raw, tender,

Heart.

What happens next, I do not know,

But all I can say is my 

soul left the room,

Unbloomed.