red, dripping, unnatural growths
pressing against my chest from the inside
it hurts and screams like a caged animal
not broken by the bars of its cage
tear through my skin see ten bony fingers
covered in blood and muscle stretchered taut
they do not belong, nor do the teeth
manticore's smile on my heart
This creature belongs to Ishtar
during the times of dawn and dusk
where her fires in the war of day blend with the gentle
soft hands of her lover's shadow coming out of the night
these hands are not soft, just slick
dripping while gripping into tightened fists clutching
air
when you have fingers ripping through your chest
wrap your arms around me
let them cling to each other
so hard it hurts.
