In the darkness
falling black
lights unable to penetrate
inky
spotted with pin pricks
pain wells
blood
unseen
spools
ribbon wends
around
palm of hand
drip
from fingertips.
Ashen
hung
mid-air
twisting as though in a breeze
sullen corpse
ragged
ripped
shredded with vile abandon.
Beneath painted toes
writ in blood
words not to spake
for to do so
calls forth
Demon Siren
who feeds upon tainted soul
to find
to consume
those who perpetrated
sins against innocence.
Tick Tock
Hear that knock?
Tis me.
Come for you.
Let’s play
I will sup on you tonight.
©March 24/21
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