Insect PrayersMature

The manic prayers of an insect are

Brought to ‘Amen’ by a rainfall of blood,

Entombed in molten diamond,

Like the indestructible energy, it sparkles

In the minds of demons.


Thin gold,

A cold grave, a nest of glittering cannabis leaves,

A bed of hypodermic needles plucking

Souls from deep beneath the skin.

Webs deformed from muscle thread, gilded in mucus.

Lacewings fled,

Or froze with fear while spiders bled.

The End

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