The Penecostal Shakes

Talking curses speak in tongues. Enamored in your warmth. Serpent hands are healing. A Heaven inside your ribs, an orchard in your guts, and honey in your bones. Salivating for salivation with twitching hooves. A fever crawls over me like needles of hellfire. The Pentecostal shakes. Singing and clapping to the rhythms and convulsions. The congregations' electric. Ghost filled meat coffins. Bound by death, Submerged in uncertainty. Unified by the storms. All unclean spirits wrestle in the roots. Giving me the heebe-jeebees. The Penecostal shakes.