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WENDIGO : THE WIDOW ON THE HILL
'If whispers were corporeal
Death's would be patterned
As a fractal in the void
The somatic universe
And recognizably infinite
Beyond the scope of thought'
That house was her necropolis
She was liquid on cement
And in these woods, she'd reminisce
Of how the roots had met
Fair was her silhouette
Though health was draining fast
Needn't brush her aching head
Black tresses clothe her breasts
Maiden of the slope, she was
And widowed of her will
Her sight was licked by fire's tongue
In the living room it filled
And by the fireplace
She had mourned so many nights
The warmth is still
Achingly far from light
It was not something to reason with
As reason would break her finger
No scapegoat for ghost to give
Of chaos, its broken stinger
And in chaos, she'd linger
From darkness, there was no filter
As the day was a trigger
Abyssal she had turned
And contemplated her end
But something coming towards her
Something 'round the bend
Ever nearer by the second
Moaning
Portrait of fear and desire
Was it really there?
Or did she long for death so?
Outside the window, there was only mist
From safety she was whisked
As whispers gave flight to her feet
To, in the emptiness, meet
These whispers of excitement
Paint a picture of debauchery
As the grimace was bled
From head to head
And in petrified gasps
Just outside where light masks
Teeth...
Daggers...
Hundreds...
Saliva like razor twine
And jaws to grind
It hungers for her
An agonizing pain staved off
By self-mutilation
Limbs hang on by threads of
Muscle tissue, sinew
It knows her
She was emptied of her soul
What remains is blood and meat
Despite this, she ignored the knell
As fear was archetypal
Just the stench was enough
Vomitus expelled
Besides the screaming notion
That chaos wasn't Hell
There is much worse
There was reason for what's begun
And the chalice runs
The door, atrophied like flesh
Broken with ease
Like her quivering knees
They fell to the floor
She is taken in every way
Widowed no longer
Together at last
Consumed by what consumed her
Published 6th Apr 2017
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