Monday 3 November 2008

Para Ana

She believes she is ethereal.

As her putrefying claws,
Hook into my mouth.
Vile stench scratching,
Sores bulge and blister and
Green bile blossoms.

She wants to push me out,
She has come to stay now.

Snakes tongue flicks, 
Spites my guilt.
Hissing, spitting, hateful.
Lullabies entwine my guts.
Minds zombie mocking,
Narcissistic whispers.

She wants to push me out,
She has come to stay now.

As acidic gargoyles,
Erode my insides with 
Piercing marbled daggers.
Bludgeoning last thoughts 
My sanity disabled
Mind swells with addiction.

She wants to push me out,
she has come to stay now.

I know her tricks, dirty

Razor - my souls wrists.

Soon I will be gone.

She's been here many times...

Sickly Ana.

Demon child.

Is me.