"Wisconsin Death Trip"

My mercy molds.

A forgiveness,

dust covered,

and milk white with the gossamer webs of deadly spiders.

The shadow of your betrayal,

a salted earth,

now the clay from which I raise my golem,

seething for the flesh of man.

Your flesh.

Your double cross has cultivated dangers,

nimble and malign,

instruments of torture,

edges sharp and glowing in the gleam of a green cat's eye.

To peel your hide,

to skin the spineless,

bone to blade.

Blood spreading like a warm blanket.

with which to gently tuck you in.

bvk, 2020.