Hideousness hesitantly attempts,
A breath through her rigid and dust filled throat.
The quiet scratching of bloodied cracked nails begins inside the cheap coffin,
Long decayed and rotted flesh claws through the heaviness of earth.
Wounds dripping with gangrenous ooze,
Maggots feeding on the ancient debris of torture,
Putrid crusted scabs,
A heart so fractured it is incapable of relating.
Precious pieces driven deep underground,
Tormented parts frozen autistic,
These aspects I have worked hard to keep locked away,
Silent screams of agony longing for my loving touch.
Confused and deformed me,
Dragging her limp foot along the dark streets,
Revealing what most work desperately to keep at bay,
Abandoning seduction to lure them in.
Women parade their glamorous and sexy selves,
Black feathered elegant creatures or even an iridescent jellyfish
Flashing her sublime azure-white light,
My blackened jagged fangs staring at them.
This Samhain I embrace and celebrate Death and Horror.
Warmed by the growing cultural fascination with zombies and vampires,
Who acknowledge shattered skulls none can ever reassemble.
Can you smell the nausea of putrefying flesh?
Amber leaves are falling with eternal grace this morning,
Tall pines dance and sway with the stormy winds.
My sky a comforting mottled moist gray,
Destruction, followed by the inevitable and expansive renewal, is well underway.