the rough pencil lines
bring the words to life
as they spill
across the page
like graphite rivulets
of hot blood
let loose
from the series of worms
that writhe
just beneath the skin
under the harsh light
of summer’s fury
pounding the cracked earth

an encapsulation
of the intent
given form
from the nebulous depths
of metaphorical suffering springing to life
across the page

the silhouette of the church
gives way
to the demon beast
that consumes all
seeking passage
across the untamed land
between home
and the railroad station