Lullaby

Dull thuds on stubble carpeted surfaces serve to wreck
tongue and intestines, girls. Subjects and imaginary sensations.
Silent rippling walls talk reams of fish
and I can smell it nearby.

Rough hot sheets in black voids consume nothing but stomach
walls acid villi, sheets that lift and scream into shapes
and monstrous mouths with monstrous tales to bring convicts to death.

Sick hauntings asphyxiate themselves on my viscous eyeballs,
mute fumblings rustling at the back of both of our thoughts-
pillow screams emptied into troughs.

Vile consciousness consuming.