I hear them in the dark,
their skull-piercing shriek.
Grasping in the deep,
my knees becoming weak.
The pawing hands,
the tugging fingers,
the more I fight
the more it lingers.
I feel my pale skin tearing,
sweat streaming down my back,
lashing at every wound
and rotting flesh to black.
Forehead against terra
knotted nakedness
eyes softening
knuckles broken
thighs hardening
dust
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