A Littany for Tetany (Possession)

Possession

That rusted lid you just split your skin with?

The blade was my body

and as you began to swell

I poured into the wound like a poison

My veins are twisting around yours

draining the blood from their throats

until they fall.

limp and brittle winter branches;

weeds charred by summer sun

My voice begins to echo in your throat

lining the bones of your jaw

sewing your lips to your budding tongue

with calculated decrescendos                             

Reverberating through your mind

behind your teeth

leaking from your lips until the pain is so pervasive

you can no longer contain my voice

My skin slides down your throat like oil

melting on your tongue

dissolving with the acids in your stomach

My breath contracts your muscles

ligaments tear as bursting buttons.

Your mouth aches, your lips crack.

And I am there to catch the fallen pieces.

My fingers curl around your spine

my eyes command opisthotonos  

to drown remaining nerves and vessels.

Your words temor and falter

your liver yellows.

Your heart releases golden blood

that drains from the sockets

your eyes once called home.