sun voyeurs past thick blinds
and drags you out of the
numb serenity while all you
wear is your stained
underwear
crescent claw marks on your
shoulders it drags its thumb across
your sore gullet, following the
dose – apple on dangling branch
rotted on the outside
“you will be beheld” it croons,
“every filthy little crevice”
stinging bright
cradles your cheeks
with hot, hot hands
burning into your
pores
