when the knives come
they will be sharpsweet
on a ghost tongue
purebred carrion crew
the amber in the new eye
flashing from amber to molten
as the ice cubes melt trickling down spine
the embers within
stirring up
swirling
engulfing magma
crackling electric blue violet
remembering position and power
as the flashflood erupts
and the stitches snap
bile rising and blood boiling
as up bubble words constituting unmaking
and
i lose all my despondency
and the hounds echo through my head
oh honey
are you gonna get yours
for touching a hair
on my little sister’s head
©️ 2007
Originally posted on my DeviantArt
Mischa Fox 