Clout

When vultures cast sardonic smiles on his waning soul Rehearsed their hisses for a feast of agony and epitaph She gripped the moment and clawed her nails into his skin Like pikes into a lover’s cross A wake-up call struck the mind of the silent falling ghost Whispered like a distant ceremonial angel in spiked disguise Lit a scented candle and disavowed her festering claws Scars turned into lightening stars The wounds became too loose for manicured incisions Thus he wound free from cynical talon’s lacerations ‘Keep the coffin with broken seals and rusty hinges’ Return to sender mailer demon unbeknown 26th May 2019