Break

Rushing headlong

The only sight

Silk. Blurred.

 

The spinning mind reels,

Six-Twelve-Six

Seeing only H-O

 

Pull off this flight

Thrashed urges

Crashed calls

 

The hoarse rings

Over and over

Coffin crawlers

Toothy followers

Quickened pulses

Beats into me

Out of this

 

Claws drawn down

Skinning the meek

Bestowing some pride

Closer now to this point

Again. Again.

 

Rinsing the repeated

Offenses of heat

The steamed now

All mine.

Author's Note

I'm not sure that I wrote it as I should. Enjoy nonetheless.

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

You did indeed write this as you should.
Wonderful imagery, chaotic ramblings
make the best writing. This is amazingly
chaotic and strong. Great write...