The Hollow

Through the broken windowpane Set my beholding eyes On an empty room like a wanton whore In naked beauty more adorned bushy Lying duped and beguiled on the floor, Sighing desperately for her heart’s desire That’s canvassed on the fading wall. A spider spits and spins his web In silken and golden fibers so close and tight As the fabric length tranquilized her sleek satin gown Bidding to hide her shameful nudity. Lizards’ crawling up faded steps of walls Crying tender fervour in spider tongues Swallowing all insects and beings in thirst throats Moves out his tongue fiercely passionate watered, Wishes to copulate with emptiness of the room Pisses and passes turd spotting Fierce scars and malodorous stains All over the walls and grounds Like the field after the war Indeed the certainty of yet another war The spider faces in planet Earth Living in a home at war, Lies motionless and breathless As if dead in other’s eyes Waiting to track him in silken golden web. In the tug of war between them, The webbed room turns ghostly By the horror of the vampire Creeping its feet Through the broken windowpane Sucking blood in darkness of the sky That grows fierce with clouds As curdled as the milk from a whore’s teat The doors throw bolts into locks Keeping the withered souls inside To decay till darkness Sighing in vain to feel the emptiness. *