Attack on Titan

In this recurring daydream you happen to be the Titan;

All empty muscle.

I’m living under your tyranny,

I’m the hundreds of thousands of faces scrawled with pain,

A speck of a thing,

But you, with your innumerable teeth and unreadable smile,

Devour just for the thrill of it,

For a hundred thousand’s worth of fear,

Only to vomit it all up again.

The enemy is within these walls, they say.

I fear my DNA is laced with you,

Tracing the sharpest tooth in my mouth,

Right back to each molar and erupting wisdom

There’s a secret in the basement

It’s just the way you were made,

But you transformed the landscape of me,

Building up these walls, I almost

Served myself up to you, like livestock.

I am still but a speck of a thing, but

With blades for hands and

Die Flügel der Freiheit,

Living in your cruel and beautiful world,

Paradise, if you like it that way,

My skin and throat sticky with evaporating blood.

It belongs to you,

You,

Mouth ripping and

Steaming with all the pleasure of splintered bones.

I belong to you or you to me,

I was so wrong all along

eye to eye, body to pupil,

I find my very own architecture

In your vastness.

Poetry and illustrations by Beth Cope (@e.j.poet) inspired by the animated series of ‘Attack on Titan’.