Pushing pulling to and fro
And all about me the sound of screaming
Faces melting in the rain
Gaping maws and dead eyes
Blues, greens and browns all faded to the white of the dead
Jaws open dropping to sunken chests bare and mottled
As I watch, held, unable to run they liquefy
Now greasy puddles the stench of death and decay.
I try to scream, my lips sewn shut,
My fingers fly to my mute mouth
The crisscrossing of black and thick thread.
Muffled anguish in the midst of this.
Clothes pulled from me as I am kicked to the floor,
Those greasy puddles envelope me.
We coalesce.
I wake in silent scream.
