see the depths roar out,
set this world ablaze.
not in dreams, or stories,
but pictures that breathe,
wheeze their way
into the night.
open a tomb and find it
empty, the walls
as if a fire licked
the stone black with its
rough cat tongue.
stand in front of a crowd
and announce
you know who’s in hell.
you see them as soon
as you lie down to sleep,
their skeletal fingers
toy with the slope of
your neck, the curls
just along the hairline.
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