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.
Copyright © Darren Knight | Year Posted 2021
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