It draws her with strokes that burn her life.
A disfigured shape on the floor
gives reason to believe that
conversations between
hand and speculum are unavailing.
Unveiling ocular daggers
and staring through their core.

Searing the skin,
before this coma breathes.
A saturnine storm formed
so deep the floods are
swelling her insides.
And when she walks,
she destroys everything over again.

And they swell....
I've been waiting in a white room
screaming the walls red...
and smearing your name with my finger.
In an aphotic cave she hides,
capsules bore into her sides.
Argent torsos hung from
this concave divide.
She hangs her skin
and before she sleeps,
a florid haze lifts in and whispers to her.

"Pray before an overflow of this
brings closure to your breath.
And leave with me,
you'll need nothing
but hallowed wishes inside your chest.
With your tongue hew tunnels
from this littered cave
that you have been.
We'll reconvene above the clouds.
With your tongue hew tunnels
from this littered cave that
you have been.
Or do wish to feel
the glow searing your skin..."