Embracing The Gargoyle

Prickle bush wrapped fist

In my head beat my thoughts.

A relentless attempt to reach my lungs

To pop them like venom infected blood filled balloons


A faceless man approaches me

Hands floating, cracking and dangling

from his burning red wrist

My coal dust pumping heart coughs violently


I cannot pull out the tungsten needles

from his superhuman clutches

As his grip tightens, his hands solidify

Like a continent settling in its new home

After a massive fight with time


Though I may never escape this man

I may become him

Inherit his unimaginably large shadow

Or even more worrisome, his death bringing acid tears

He may be faceless, but his need for me is endearing

Please don’t ever leave me

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