Tides swish a surge gulls wreak screaming havoc slither on slate death schlepping on, advancing, with webbed feet or badly fitting out-size plimsolls. Soft soggy steps slope toward the bed of broken springs. Heavy rasps vocal paper susurration rips glued tongue from palate. Glitter from the catacombs.
Eyes evolve into seeds of shine.
Death spangles hard rain hurtles in vines wreathing the window glass seeping Decay is dredged up from the river silt the seedy lodgings lurk on. Belonging is the futility. Crowley crawls out, cankerous lizard of magick hassock-white forearms divotted with needle bruises tongue slithering like mucus velcro lips champing brutish cirrus finally words waver like serpents coiling slip out strike like fever. Curtaining the crumbling Inner vertical sedilia move. Flexing then shrinking back Flap obumbrate skins Bryma capes Wrinkle about prehensile hooked feet Trapeze swing suspended over Circus church Gloaters eager for a drop.