Gift to the darkness
Witchy cries in the sky
On stake carcass
Into a vast mouth of black
Blood blackening beetween the teeth
Blood warm lagoon water
Gift to the darkness
Caught in a mass of creepers
Maternal bliss, bags of guts
Free from the others
Gorged, alighted, drank
Feeling pulse, through your brain
Spiked guts, indignity of spike
Obscene thing grinned and dripped
With infinite cynicism
Gift to the darkness
Still remaining after image
Butterflies deserted
Cannot escape the recognition
Even if you shut your eyes
Thought you could hunt and kill
You little bitch!
The body is dsimembered
Bring you down!
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