A collection of dead snakes,
smothered in fleas a voice says
come be with me
I hesitate but stand firmly
disgusted, prickling
goosebumps, r.l.stine.
waiting to hear an angel
sound the final trumpet
I decide to leave
A town of skeletal piñatas
makes a festive scene
For those who enjoy
the loud screams
a war of famine,
blistering in sacred ravines
while carcass sleep.
bodies are left to boil for a
monstrous feast
soft, soggy, limbs of those departed are
their favorite cuisine.
I open the book and yell for Ezekiel
Please come rescue me, or I am next
To be sacrificed and skinned
Like poultry.
he wakes me up and says,
it was all a silly vision
if that's the case, why are there posters
everywhere of me missing?
