"The dead we are rotting with thedead-see them crawl their knuckledskitter from our..."

“

The dead

we are rotting with the

dead-

see them crawl their knuckled

skitter from our half-closed

eyes and the clear fluid

run from behind spidereweb lashes-

here light these candles for

me, the night shifts and the

leaves hush dry and cracked on the

earth-

we are kingdoms for

all the insubstantial passing-

they bury deep in

the meat of our guts and build their

forever castles out of

bone and

bile-

here, follow me,

they leave these gates open

and look at the white

of my wrist in the cloud-shredded

ragged night spit-

we are meant to keep quiet

and we are meant to wait for

when they will rise within us, crimson princes,

break the rib-cage bars and

come screaming out through

our scabbed-over

half-healed

skin.

”

- L. Maruska (via whenthedarkisoldandworn)