Tag: grim tidings

  • of unbelonging

    i am of unbelonging
    —it is known.

    a grotesquerie on display
    twist-tangled my limbs
    a-jumbled this brain which
    says the wrong things
    most times and again

    a shambling horror
    at the threshold outside
    creeping and crawling
    begging to be let inside

    throw the bolt and
    lock the latches
    set steel to stone
    to sharpen your axes

    dim the shadows
    when given to dawn
    safe one more night
    from an unbelonging
    of which i am known