&.

Room for two in that tomb?
Or else I’ll stand here numbly, high,
searching for multiple sarcophagi.
At night I wait in the hanging tree until
You come and release me
Into lycanthropic anomaly.
Space age catastrophe
Takes my myths away
And locks them up for
A shadow-filed day
Thrown down in a crevice
Shrouded in burning papyrus paper-mache.
When day breaks there I am in the wind,
Mending broken coffins to make me whole again,
Witness to nothing but those who gamble on sin,
I keep knocking but those mother fuckers won’t let me in.
I change my shape
A rape of metamorphosis
to infiltrate and attack.
All I want is to be buried alive
And get my stories back.
Of every milestone that has shattered my bones,
this one won’t heal discreetly,
Now the long road refuses to rise and meet me.