Lost in the dark
tangled in silken threads,
naked and cast in pallid moonlight ~
her ageing skin she scratches and sheds.
Entombed deep, and safely within,
teetering on the cusp of reality
and the breadth of sin ~
tirelessly feeding,
her demoniac litter
from the sour milk of her breast ~
a thousand eight legged freaks
languishing in a giant skull lined nest,
relishing from her comfort,
her love and undying nourishment ~
tainted, but untainted,
encapsulated by the grip of shadows
free from any arcane judgement.
And in the thick of night,
inside your closet
and under your bed ~
they're there,
smiling with pincered teeth;
a thousand hairy abdomens
swollen with nightmares,
and intoxicated with grief.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
Lost in the dark
tangled in silken threads,
naked and cast in pallid moonlight ~
her ageing skin she scratches and sheds.
Entombed deep, and safely within,
teetering on the cusp of reality
and the breadth of sin ~
tirelessly feeding,
her demoniac litter
from the sour milk of her breast ~
a thousand eight legged freaks
languishing in a giant skull lined nest,
relishing from her comfort,
her love and undying nourishment ~
tainted, but untainted,
encapsulated by the grip of shadows
free from any arcane judgement.
And in the thick of night,
inside your closet
and under your bed ~
they're there,
smiling with pincered teeth;
a thousand hairy abdomens
swollen with nightmares,
and intoxicated with grief.
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