the vile creature writhes
a limbless mass of wet flesh
convulses and spits
she climbs the gutter
a huge knife between her teeth
someone has to pay
wake in an orchard
sunlight breaks through the branches
grass between my toes
unopened letters
vitamin d deficient
the room lit by screens
a rain-drenched rooftop
my social life has suffered
working as a spy
having faith in doubt
all metaphysical thought
stems from fear of death
she tears down the walls
an insatiable hunger
the cityscape looms
some minutes later
i notice i’m on fire
the rain never comes
“will you be the moss?”
i’ll be whatever you want
to stay here like this
we danced and we danced
we gave a blood sacrifice
but the rain still came
every breath my last
and every step a tightrope
don’t make me do it
she tears down the walls
an insatiable hunger
the cityscape looms
it knows everything
knows where you’re vulnerable
knows all your secrets