graveyard shift

come, little one

howl with me

like this...

no – feel the walls

scratch your skin

closing tight

shred the paint

good, again

feel the moons pulse –

that quaking pull

coaxing your soul

out to play

shriek at your confines

call to the immutable

and confined

be the cry of the frozen

be the crack in their ice

freedom needs a sigil

a wayfarer to escape the carrion

let your voice blaze the trail

so your body can follow

raise the worms

vibrate the dirt

topple the tombstones

remind the dead

its not the end

create new colors

pull back on the moon

push away the day

clutch the word, remind

Time she holds no sway...

good, like that.