After being thrashed and burnt at the stake;
By nocturnal witches in spaghetti straps with gravy stains
Breathing in golden and breathing out black,
On the road to the honest world.
I awoke to a black sky,
But the droplets of rain were pink, purple and pale blue;
Shimmering on pane.
A pounding base raising from the floor below,
Fucking throbbing; Pinky Fararge!
As i knit,
To the slow pace of growing teeth.