Chaos Corus #4

my worst nightmares don’t sleep,

they creep the crawling noctuary

with inky paws

and shredder claws;

these scars will never heal

 

I can feel myself turn

to the venial burn

that numbs the drummed ache,

and makes me so cold

 

dark comfort holds me close

like a deceased mother;

I’ll feed at her diseased breast

 

until I’m as cursed as the rest

of this horrible horde

 

Lord,

pull me out of her clutches

 

I’m done

You’ve won

  

revive me

Author's Note

1999

Stuck at the medical center in Boynton.
I refuse to die.

Reviews

[ju]

i could re-read these eight over and over- get something new from them every time. i keep going back to the #3s. hooked.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Nice work.