Poem: Covenant of Chaos

We speak in tongues
but it's labeled PTSD
trauma
we chant
and get locked down in chains
"Witch..."
they whisper
at each
and
every
turn
As heartbreak rips
the soul from head to toe
A psychotic break
they say
based on sorrow
Saving a guilt convert
fingers point
to downtrodden glances
a romance as old as time
between 
me and mine.