Animus In Prelude

Coffeeblood castings surface Earthworms rip through trenches Tangleweeds tug at my limbs Twisting ferns rake through my hair As spikes of foxglove ready a violet strangle The sun itself is fixing to swallow me up Its incisors cutting through the sweet dream sky Grass wet with venom spit The vapors rise to sting my eyes Red and yellow seeps through thin skin Sweat, the traitor, dares to join with soil Morning is the enemy.