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so much filth accumulating in the corners of the room
a fat, slow tongue between two bulbous lips
flickers before my eyes
disembodied mouths suck the rotting fenceposts
like leeches
a car pulls up outside my house
its wheels made of mutated popoises
that flop and splutter on the oil-slicked asphalt

i brush a shaking hand before my eyes
but the images do not fade
fake and exhausted though i know they are

small white moths
flutter and jump
feebly on the damp table cloth
stuck in the dirty rainwater
that falls from the oily clouds like mucus

this place makes me feel
unclean

dust bunnies encroaching softly from under the bed
their grey ears poking tentatively from behind couches
tumbling meekly across scratched floorboards
in search of another place to hide

where did the flowers that grew in the garden go?
dirty carcasses now
dry and dead lying limply in leaf litter
their heads resting sadly under mushrooms that have
grown in their place

your car door slams
the porpoises quail and quiver tightly
and then flop in the mire once more
the mouths on my fence suck more insatiably by the minute
wood chips and splinters pulverized by ever undulating tongues

a sigh escapes my lips
a crust of dirt dislodged from my teeth and dances in the air
it falls dead on the ground
a scattered spray of earth upon the floorboards
like grains of sand through an hourglass
each piece sinks slowly through a gap
and into the space below my house

the red paint on your car is squirming
a thousand minute blood-filled leeches
some drop off and slide down the windows
to lie writhing on the ground
i can see them wriggle inside
waiting for you to burst them
like small red paint splatters on your car seat

footsteps grinding gravel
oh no - don't approach -
not in my mire of sickness
not in this swamp of cloying daydreams and paranoid nightmares
fragile, vine-like hallucinations that wind around the bed posts
don't approach - don't approach -

and then the RINGING OF THE BELLS
my silence so interrupted
the worms in my brain are bursting into flames
and the high-pitched screaming siren wails
over and over
clawing my head in two
my ears are bleeding, blood is spurting from my nose
my eyes are turning black, rolling back
the bulbous lips and lazy tongue, huge and black
are writhing in front of my eyes like a wet, legless spider
thumping and bumping frantically
the mouths fly from the fenceposts and slap my windows
sucking the glass
turning it to sand with their pulverizing tongues
it runs down the side of the house into cracks where it
tinkles like an hourglass again

the siren yelling
more, more blood is streaming
and suddenly i realise i am screaming
my screams end my misery
they split my body in two
and pour forth the tears of acid
gushing from my eyes
my nose my mouth my pores

one final, resolute, resounding crash
that jerks one last injection of pain into my spine
splinters everywhere
they are crawling away like crabs
escaping to the kitchen
the lock clicks
you have your arm through the gaping maw in the door
i dont think i can come back to you this time

and then arms, arms like clouds
a body like the healing steam from a bath
all is clean suddenly, all the horror
washing away
the sound of rain, the sound of running water
through my drenched and foggy senses

i never knew how cramped and cold
filled with needles
cracked and crab-like
i was

until you rescued me
your theraputic murmer
sending me to sleep.

Description
so much filth accumulating in the corners of the room
a fat, slow tongue between two bulbous lips
flickers before my eyes
disembodied mouths suck the rotting fenceposts
like leeches
a car pulls up outside my house
its wheels made of mutated popoises
that flop and splutter on the oil-slicked asphalt

i brush a shaking hand before my eyes
but the images do not fade
fake and exhausted though i know they are

small white moths
flutter and jump
feebly on the damp table cloth
stuck in the dirty rainwater
that falls from the oily clouds like mucus

this place makes me feel
unclean

dust bunnies encroaching softly from under the bed
their grey ears poking tentatively from behind couches
tumbling meekly across scratched floorboards
in search of another place to hide

where did the flowers that grew in the garden go?
dirty carcasses now
dry and dead lying limply in leaf litter
their heads resting sadly under mushrooms that have
grown in their place

your car door slams
the porpoises quail and quiver tightly
and then flop in the mire once more
the mouths on my fence suck more insatiably by the minute
wood chips and splinters pulverized by ever undulating tongues

a sigh escapes my lips
a crust of dirt dislodged from my teeth and dances in the air
it falls dead on the ground
a scattered spray of earth upon the floorboards
like grains of sand through an hourglass
each piece sinks slowly through a gap
and into the space below my house

the red paint on your car is squirming
a thousand minute blood-filled leeches
some drop off and slide down the windows
to lie writhing on the ground
i can see them wriggle inside
waiting for you to burst them
like small red paint splatters on your car seat

footsteps grinding gravel
oh no - don't approach -
not in my mire of sickness
not in this swamp of cloying daydreams and paranoid nightmares
fragile, vine-like hallucinations that wind around the bed posts
don't approach - don't approach -

and then the RINGING OF THE BELLS
my silence so interrupted
the worms in my brain are bursting into flames
and the high-pitched screaming siren wails
over and over
clawing my head in two
my ears are bleeding, blood is spurting from my nose
my eyes are turning black, rolling back
the bulbous lips and lazy tongue, huge and black
are writhing in front of my eyes like a wet, legless spider
thumping and bumping frantically
the mouths fly from the fenceposts and slap my windows
sucking the glass
turning it to sand with their pulverizing tongues
it runs down the side of the house into cracks where it
tinkles like an hourglass again

the siren yelling
more, more blood is streaming
and suddenly i realise i am screaming
my screams end my misery
they split my body in two
and pour forth the tears of acid
gushing from my eyes
my nose my mouth my pores

one final, resolute, resounding crash
that jerks one last injection of pain into my spine
splinters everywhere
they are crawling away like crabs
escaping to the kitchen
the lock clicks
you have your arm through the gaping maw in the door
i dont think i can come back to you this time

and then arms, arms like clouds
a body like the healing steam from a bath
all is clean suddenly, all the horror
washing away
the sound of rain, the sound of running water
through my drenched and foggy senses

i never knew how cramped and cold
filled with needles
cracked and crab-like
i was

until you rescued me
your theraputic murmer
sending me to sleep.