Walking in the flesh.

The morbid product of a over religious bitch with a winning smile.
I'm
Beaten into a corner of shame and confusion.

"You filthy boy" every second of the day.

"Good for nothing"repeated in his mind.

Mother of mutilation.

Now she is one with him in death.through her flesh.

Putrid smell of flesh suffocating Plainfield Texas.

Graves upturned.and a town turned upside down.

A friendly face that dones another behind closed doors.

Not enough.The night is still you'd and so is she.

A fresh be outfit and a few new furniture pieces.

The ghoul will strike again until he is captured.

The Skinwalker of Texas not more.

Even when he had to walk in his own flesh.That smile never left his face.