slipping into ashes...

Congregating under my skin are the transparent appendages that twist
and gnaw at my convulsions of life. They become the silhouettes of my
suffocation, the rotting demons that can only be cleansed by the maggots
that sit and wait for murmured speeches of my despair.

I can scream without sound, but it will not quiet them. I can stroke
the violation that throbs within my walls, that hammers at the storm
that threatens the sanctuary that I have just found, but still i will slip
slowly into nothing.

I cannot allow these viscid layers of my insanity to be enticed into
the beckoning cracks of ghost light, yet there will be no satisfaction in feeding
for tenaciousness. I have become chafed and bruised, naked to the rapist
that has been denied release. That has been imprisoned within the
chastised convent of sweets.

The eidolon is here. Arms open…waiting…and the sanity that was once a comfort
of loneliness for this dying moon is but now…the ashen chips of bones that
will relish the resting place of the box. The maggots will come...They will cleanse
the way for the new and the memories of a once bleak existence will diminish
to the insecurities of their soon to be squalid legs of defecation.



I sit and watch as the darkness laughs while I search endlessly for the whisper
of sleep…maybe tonight…will be the night, that I can mute the gift of my burning dreams.