Esse

I see it everyday.

While dancing rhythmically in the pool of swine blood

Swaying to the beat of my tired heart

Plucking wild jasmine from the roadside

I see it slowly slithering by.

But I can't tell.

If my vision is getting worse 

Or the city is becoming faint. 

Day by day, I expand and I decay. 

In the endless routine of consuming the flesh of my mother

Chewing on her bones, praying at her altar 

I see it everywhere.

I see it.

In the throbbing lines that dance on the vital signs monitor

In the nonsense shows of the subway tv

In the sound waves of your abhorrent music

In the droplets of my cup of tea 

Indicating what has been and what is to be.

I see it lurking.

When the news anchor keeps on shouting shrill

Somebody somewhere is building a pyre again

And the wounds on my body which just won't heal

Oh! the disdain of the mundane.

I close my eyes then to feel it. 

Feel it licking the crevices of my brain

Graciously devouring what's left sane 

But rain, 

Washing away this damned city again .

I have trouble telling but I think it's getting fainter

Like the murky yellow halogens and our future

Buzzing bright neon lights giving the sign

Can you see it? 

Is your vision as bad as mine?

I catch a whiff of its pheromones as it glares at me.

Its eyes with the pull of a magnetic field 

My veins run dry as it slowly climbs my bed

Sultry breath in my ear, feeling dizzy in my head.

It sinks seamlessly into my dress, my hair and my sheet

Running in circles, flashing its grisly teeth

Invading me in places I can never reach.

So I bite its nape, I hear it screech. 

Existence then crawls into my womb in the dark

It strangles my organs till they burst

Coloring my walls burning crimson red

Of living, of dread.