shaped by gravity of your shadow
now a jagged outline in stone
seeping through the veins
in the rock
as the darkness leans with you
obeying the pull from the deep
anchored to the devil’s truss
from the core of melting rock
with cold liquid squid ink
mixed with scent of decaying eyes
from the magma’s throat rising
turning to dust in the belly
seeping through the veins
consumed by the carrion eaters







