An insect lands, black and ugly On the cool expanse of her forehead Ashen legs dangle, shoeless From the rippled shade of a culvert The sagging trestle groans overhead And melts away into the slinking fog
A whirling tumult of rats squirming and tangled Enraptured, all fucking and whelping Squealing pink and twisting crown of worms, beckoned by a cool and nerveless hand Curled in a curious gesture
Crippled Athena, spring from your headless grave Burst from the loins of a careless word Foul golem, echo of an echo A gut-fear seeping into daylight
Flawed in every facet False in every aspect
A peeling skull A hall of mirrors A twisting scaffold Its drapery degloved
Fraying and endless wound Meager and threadbare quilt of daybreak pulled over the all-abiding nightmare A place where time revolves and eddies in a filthy slough, to lap forever against her milky scalp
Compelled, as if drawn upon a silent string The insect stirs again, and crawls toward her eye wide now, uncomprehending and it begins to lay its eggs.
What deity in the realms of dementia, what rabid god decocted out of the smoking lobes of hydrophobia could have devised a keeping place for souls so poor as is this flesh. This mawky worm-bent tabernacle. CM
Written by: John Edwards, Matt Stikker, Patrick Fiorentino, Tyler Wolfe
