Infested City

The city streets

Are a tangle

of pheromones.

Reptiles

Huddled in the

greasy sand

Sleep

Amid tired

Butterflies

Flitting lazily

Towards

Annihilation.

Strange figures

Walk slowly through

The alleyways.

Devotees of rot

Draped in yards of

Fine woven

Fabric,

Dyed the colors

Of mold

And the city

At night,

Make a solemn

Procession

To nowhere.

Their robes swirl

Violently

Behind them.

The fabric dances

In the fetid

Breeze

That gusts

Perpetually

Through the

Concrete valleys,

Like storm clouds

Raging

Too close to the

Ground.

Infants wail as they pass,

And shadows

Cower.

They scatter their

Mildewed seed

Amid the waste

As they chant

In empty

Melodies,

With words long

Forgotten,

A spell to wake

The end.

They invoke,

As they scatter,

Something hollow.

Another,

They say,

Who will arise

From their garbled

Invocations;

One nourished by

Apathy,

Who will take root

And grow

In the barren soil

Built up

In the cracks

Of a crumbling

Infrastructure.

The equator

Of the dark of the moon

Is reflected here.

Here,

Hidden from the

Lifeless shops,

Where monks chant

And worms

Slither,

The mirror

Is held high–

Showing

The mosquitoes

Their faces,

While they suck

On the life

Of their

Artificial

Host.

9/19/25

September 19, 2025 0

The Fall of a House

Predators circle

Inside the palace walls–

Draped in silk,

They slip between the marble columns

Like ghosts

Amid the usual

Courtiers.

With poisoned whispers

They sting the royal family,

Turning one against

The other,

Until all

Become suspect

To all.

Wolves howl

In the distance,

As a slivered moon

Sinks

Below the coastal

Horizon.

The day breaks,

And hounds in the courtyard

Tear

At the torso of a

Dead prince.

Another house has fallen.

9/19/25

September 19, 2025 0

A Haunted Imago

You seep through my veins

and my mask shifts to accomodate.

The past is swollen, bloated,

yet they worship it,

so we hide in alleyways

surrounded by decaying things–

A haunted Imago,

and misshapen wings.

3-21-19

March 21, 2019 0

How it Ends for Me

A small

rip,

then a little

tear,

and then another,

and the next thing I know

shredded

bits

go flying through

the air,

like a blizzard

of blood

kicking up ragged bits

of my obliterated

heart.

There is something

almost magical

in the

horror

and the beauty

of the remnants of my soul

as they lazily drift

to the ground

in sharply defined

stillness,

one so still,

even Echo herself

has fled.

The screams are gone now,

as are the tears;

I can find no more

inside me,

just a hazy maroon

sunset

of blood in light

fading into the darkness,

and the smell of

rot.

6-14-18

June 14, 2018 0

A Threat of Annihilation

I fear you will disintegrate

before I get to touch you;

that by some cruel whim

of the eldritch gods,

you will turn to mist

and vanish

as I draw

near.

My soul,

and all that’s in me,

recoils as if against a flame,

at the memories,

and the hidden wounds,

of all the years

we’ve lost.

Every word I speak to you

I taste,

I measure,

I peel apart

ever so carefully,

then I piece them back together

before I set them,

hesitantly,

at your feet.

Which words will draw you

near?

which words will push you

just

out of reach?

And what occult combinations

of syllables joined,

like links in Fenrir’s chain,

will banish you

unwittingly

from me

forever?

The thought weighs too much,

I can’t hold it steady.

To lose you again,

so soon,

or ever,

would mean to be swallowed,

engulfed

in thick black India ink;

covered into

nothingness.

As the darkness eats the light,

all color,

all breath,

all being,

all that once was this thing called “me”

would be consumed,

blacked-out of existence

like a classified name,

leaving only the black stain

that devoured me.

Without you there is only

annihilation.

1/20/2017

May 31, 2017 0