Sunday, January 2, 2011

 Retribution

Peacefully she sleeps 
within a cocoon 
awaiting a glorious 
re-entry, 
then suddenly awakened 
by monstrous tentacles 
bursting thin membrane, 
releasing the grotesque, 
desiring green blood 
of every creepy thing 
she abhorred so long ago 
in another form 
upon smooth legs 
strutting her stuff 
but now 
on hairy spikes 
she scurries across 
a alien terrain, 
jaws ever working, 
devouring her mates  
soon to be forgotten 
if ever acknowledged 
at all,,, 



Demon Rising
twisting and turning 
as illusions unwind, 
invasion is quick 
consuming the mind, 
fingers to claws 
gripping too tight, 
teeth seeking flesh 
to rip and bite, 
revealing a sign 
of the rising within, 
an apparition of sorts, 
a subtle blend 
between what's real 
and barely unseen, 
in like a storm, 
out like steam, 
scorching then cool, 
rising as it falls, 
power is felt 
the engine stalls, 
repetitions sing 
through partial thought, 
demanding understanding, 
scaring away what it sought, 
pleading then denying, 
smiling then despair, 
greedily devouring 
its pretense to share 
with a pleading host, 
begging let go, 
never realizing 
it rises from her soul,,, 


by Dave Holloway  1998

1 comment:

  1. hmmmm - It all amounts to that doesnt it? what's inside come out in the end

    Nicely done Dave

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