April 17, 2012

The Morning After

Sunlight cracks the skull,
a hangover from hell.
Submerged in a puddle of blood,
the corpse ravaged, rancid.
Last night a first step,
down a stairway of madness.
Bits of flesh cling to the palate,
Her soul struggling to escape.
A Night of debauchery
filled with ecstasy.
Returns with force,
kicking itself up my gullet,
erupting from every orifice.