Chapter 2 – The sickening smell of the storm

Sweaty lovers

High on pills

Sound of wet mouth

Torn away from dry lips

Squeak of second skin


Was sleeping with me

Foreign words of passion

Tearing from the inside out

I am

No end, no beginning

No trace of thoughtful climax

Illness passes

Like death cult plague

Rising from altar

Pleading, screaming

Am not dead! Am not dead!

Release me from heathen ritual

Capsize this ark of no one.

Make my day