Here's a poem I did a while back.
The Glass Eater
Upon the faulted floor my body stood
The rotten wood around it reeling
A liven body standing there
Straining one soft glance against the ceiling
Blackened walls ignite the mist and fog
So the sated lake and lungs are seared
Long the body beheld the flame
But turned away and through the shadows peered
In the coldest corner the child slept
Fading by a breath of balmy light
The body grasped her in its arms
And awoke her to its depraved delight
An innocent sigh played across her lips
But writhing within his grip she cries
So quickly tore herself away
And tried to rend both her widening eyes
He lashed her hands behind her back
And threw her down upon a chair
He gazed into her flawless face
Using his hand he parts her lovely hair
?Tell me child what horrors have thy known??
Said I, jaws twisted in a smile
?Where has thy sinless being been??
Her soul shrieked and shuddered all the while
?I have fallen from out the fallow air
The soundless plane of thorns and thunder
Long ago, I was happy there
An exalted realm of waning wonder
My village grew upon a solid stone
With water on every single side
Oh, how many a pleasant home
Housed many a people of dreadful pride
I was conceived in the excess of joy
And laughed as an infant at play
Dancing in the forests wild
My parents praised my perfection each day
Through the great labyrinths of love I wandered
I had stopped by an orchard to sing
From a flower emerged a moth
With four dark signs upon his wing
Fluttering, then he lands within my palm
And rasping loud he whispers with glee
?Long have I been waiting for you
Little one, I wish to follow with thee?
?Then come? I said, ?the sun has long since set
And the pallid moon is ringing high?
The moth pursued my fleeting form
A loathsome look within each gleaming eye
Coming home, I had gone to lie in bed
Nodding in the covers to keep warm
While the moth had lain awake
To perch upon my mother?s sleeping form
She speaks into the sheets as it digs deep
Rolling round she drops upon the floor
Father forced his mind to follow
While I had flown through the bedroom door
?Father! Father!? I could not stop crying
?The noxious insect; nesting, breeding
Heaven help me, I was betrayed
Mother?s dead body will not stop bleeding!?
A great red trunk had grown from out her wound
Each muscle became a spreading root
Bones and limbs were the tree?s branches
Each produced a succulent swollen fruit
And many of these fruits began to burst
Another nest of dark moths within
These moths would fly to other homes
So more trees would begin to sprout again
A cloud of moths had swept throughout the land
Trees grew from every human being
I had escaped to the seashore
By then I could not endure seeing?
?Oh little girl, I have grown to fear thee
And that burning curse within thine eyes
Had you died or art thou dying?
Your sullen looks betray thy fiendish lies?
?No not dead yet sir, but wishful thinking
For lonely atop those dunes I dwelt
With nothing left but sand to eat
I prayed the pain would end the pangs I felt
And there were no more loaves of stone to break
The great heat had left me freshly scarred
My lesions were forced wide open
Where blood touched, there would form a single shard
And these shards resembled frozen water
I ate glass that formed beneath my feet
Eating until my legs turned dry
The taste was just as sharp as it was sweet
By these glass bits betwixt my parted lips
My torment persisted all the same
Turning towards the fatal forest
Onto the massive graveyard I came
My homeland was its pulsing heart
And there my mother?s tree still grew,
Now the size of a great tower
The bark had taken a hideous hue
The sunken wood shrank back beneath my touch,
I departed through the yawning maw
Searching within the vast caverns
What I found filled me with horror and awe
My moth had amassed with every man
Grown with every single man consumed
Every man and every mother
That lay buried beneath the trees entombed
With an infected gaze he drew me near
And laughing loud, spoke to me once more
?I wish to thank thee little girl
For all your selfless service wrought before.?
His raw flesh spills from out the boiling bone
Ripping forth and bursting at its seams
A human body breaks anew
To beguile my broken mind to dreams
It was by your touch that I awakened
Yet you are not this man I once knew
Nor is this the godless chamber
In which all my terrors had turned true?
Her heaving voice was choked in labored breath
She collapsed and wept against my feet
Broke both her bonds to clasp my hands
She pulled me low so both our lips could meet
Crawling things with dead legs and beating wings
Poured from out her throat and onto mine
The body bent forward his head
To see how many red roots intertwine
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