Inside

"There's a chaos inside that 'll
not die down."

Unsteady gale wind whips at hair
rips souls from their bones
leaving corpses of naked bodies
curled and crying, wet and muddy

Blackness, sound of breathing
a scream that wallows, tares
from the intestines spewing
brown bile, lead heavy
words

"You'll not drown in a wake
of your own making."

Shoving gravel through eye
sockets, dreading tomorrow
caught in a web of mucus,
rotting tobacco leaves, dust
of glass sprinkled on tongues

Empty bottles of fire sing
heavy somber tunes, tumbling
off the end of the earth,
cutting the heads of goddesses
bathing in the stars

"Turmoil inside suffocates
tomorrow and the next."

"I know."