"Day 7, thread will end"
take it from she who knows, about
"how long is a piece of string",
Of trust broken under golden rings,
and of damp dirt floor
Some threads never end.
my child still lives back in time
tied desires dreams fractured
rightly, by visions sick, unsightly,
and back back hurtling back
she goes nightly
to tickr-tickr-tickr-tickr
projector unspills spools
pooled once more
on that damp dirt earth floor
ungodly film flickers on screen
as mentioned unpealed screams
and love lies bleeding
in the corner horned beast seething
teeth sharp gleaming
Her sick belly feeling for the *****
tied her desires to him, weep, weep,
with twisted blade sunk deep,
purchase gained there's no more sleep
Hush hush now baby don't you cry,
he will polish your screams
he will bleed you dry
So hush hush dry your tears
unbind your sighs and fears
Monster dances in a leap to the left,
he has more for you to see
before you can be free,
it's one more for the road, then home to bed.
Did I mention before, I'm long time dead.

J.C. "little meep" 25/04/2019.