bats

he smiled
showing granite teeth
carved into fangs
bats flew out
from the darkness
that was his
howling forever
a schism in skin
a skein of fate unravelled
tangled yarn of
a million degnerate souls
in a pile of brightly
colored distress
still he smiled
through the cloud
of rabid rodents
with hungry maws
screeching to see
the invisible walls
making up the prison
in which all life
is condeemned to rot
soot stains on the needles
blindly making a tapestry
of languished sighs

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