Parasite

Barefoot and barely awake, I'm yawning in the shower. Church bells score the chilling of my skin – the grim gander of goosebumps along porcelain arms. House veins haemorrhage baptising me with gore. The murder encircles, closing in. You're mad; you must be I shattered one of your eyes. I am the tempest's tail, the tainted within your walls; a trojan horse of egregious energy, the eventual ghost in your belly.