graveyard shift
come, little one
howl with me
like this...
no – feel the walls
scratch your skin
closing tight
shred the paint
good, again
feel the moons pulse –
that quaking pull
coaxing your soul
out to play
shriek at your confines
call to the immutable
and confined
be the cry of the frozen
be the crack in their ice
freedom needs a sigil
a wayfarer to escape the carrion
let your voice blaze the trail
so your body can follow
raise the worms
vibrate the dirt
topple the tombstones
remind the dead
its not the end
create new colors
pull back on the moon
push away the day
clutch the word, remind
Time she holds no sway...
good, like that.
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