Nocturnus Clamo

Palpable
A stench that gripped

Rich
Rank
Bloody

I was awash in it
A weight pressing upon me
Formless
Faceless
Forcing the smell into me

I knew this scene
I’d been here before
Innumerable times

On queue

Her face

The bitch

Dear sister

Knowledge was not enough
For still I screamed
A cry that curdled blood
Waking the neighbours

Did they believe me
Assuring them all was fine
That it was just a dream

How could they

When the blood
Still poured from my face

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