bounding downhill lungs sear night
boots stomp damp stone, grass, dirt
ghosts whisper on wind. all hate and static
muscles fire-flicker i run on instinct
& sweat on lips premonitions violence.
spilling guts brain gnashes stench boils under moonlight
touch forgotten — vermin writhe —
everything blurs together after a long enough time out here.
gnawed fingers bare claws, ragged feast makes
cruel matter. teeth hold steel
& leave target sorrow vessel.
skull heeled on decrepit block
your touch shudders wings. ribs ache.
pipe connects & crushes head &
poison teases tongue & lead licks teeth. my guts are dream-gored
and i won’t wake up this time.
i won’t wake up this time.
— Cecilia is a writer and an artist and is very evil. She posts work on Twitter and on her website.