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.
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.
Or froze with fear while spiders bled.