amethyst flashes
in the once serene
small town skies
an ink blot
pools just beneath
the fleshy chunks
draped over bone
calling out
through the tides
forced though
arterial by ways
pushed along the
fractured incongruence
that makes up
his entire state
of unbeing.

there are creatures
in the darkness
just beyong the scope
of human comprehension
hungering yet afraid
of stepoing out into
the light.