Alderbrook

Face twisted in tight knots,

acid fizzing like Pop Rocks in his throat.

 

He spat,

blood and green hammered the cold grey slabs.

 

Black flints sparkled,

hands like windmills, a chaos of limbs.

 

A ticking pulse,

iron swilled like Listerine.

 

Beast-like,

they painted the wall red.

 

A screech,

it was splashed with blue.