the body’s cavern bled between the gates
drawing off the dust to leak
a trail of loneliness and lust
black, blue, ephemeral yet endless

the sickness grew there foot by foot
with doubling inky fingers
creeping along tree branches
each frame choking under their flood

greed plagues whisky soaked carcasses
she wails, her head in maps
it’s never only sleep she lacks
go drink yourself into an abyss