Beyond the sleep where tired eyes shut
And below the surface in pools, she treads.
An accident waiting, deaf and blind,
She shrieks in ways to wake the dead,
And I can hear her nails scrape through stone.

Hair wilted, black and matted
Whip on the walls like paying penance
For this horrible monster that I've created.
I cannot sleep through this panic,
And I can feel her rising.

She crawls like broken centipedes
Through twisted shards of glass,
Her eyes glazed and void, yet staring through my soul-
She hunts olfactory and can ******* beads of sweat.

That cursed well where she was laid in unrest
Will soon be home for my trembling skin and bone;
She will never leave me alone in sun or moon
And forever I feel her sorrow.