deviations

denizens of absence,
licking every scratch and corner
of the casket. nothing makes us active
like drying blood, brooding
in the catacombs, spastic.
panic in pursuit of the axe kiss.

abscessed and obfuscated,
grating teeth on old skulls
clamping and groove stabbing.
shattering on gold pulses,
demigods emulsify with lepers;
we're sceptered paupers adept in
adoration of femtothoughts.

deceptive auspices crawling
out of widow webbing.
weaving steady, creeping
down deep in throats.
the heave lets us know
we're potent. steep us
in each void for we are the queens
and the kings
of garrote.