Saturnine

It draws her with strokes that burn her life.

A disfigured shape on the floor

Gives reason to believe

That conversations between

Hand and speculum are unavailing.

Unveiling ocular daggers

And staring through their core.

Searing the skin,

Before this coma breathes.

A saturnine storm

Formed so deep

The floods are swelling her insides.

And when she walks,

She destroys everything over again.

And they swell....

I've been waiting

In a white room

Screaming the walls red...

And smearing your name

With my finger.

In an aphotic cave she hides,

Capsules bore into her sides.

Argent torsos hung from this concave divide.

She hangs her skin

And before she sleeps,

A florid haze lifts in

And whispers to her.

"pray before an overflow of this

Brings closure to your breath.

And leave with me,

You'll need nothing

But hallowed wishes inside your chest.

With your tongue

Hew tunnels from this

Littered cave that you have been.

We'll reconvene above the clouds.

With your tongue

Hew tunnels from this

Littered cave that you have been.

Or do wish to feel the glow

Searing your skin..."