Cloaked In Red - Landmine Marathon

It is still inside and the curtains are all drawn

Cloaked in red to hide there will be no dawn

This fair child shadowed by a rabid dog

Day and night it salivates at heel wits far gone

Minutes never rest hours turn to weeks

What life is this what sight is this

Her nimble fingers skin a cat alive

Shuddering at the sight but with no remorse

She rips and tears precious meat the body squeals

Still twitching and blinking still there

Grandmother of old tells us keep cupboards closed

Filling pantries with worship and divine

Not rotting companions we cry for in our sleep

Still twitching, still blinking, still there

Twenty hands long and mouth open wide

Needles drag across his skin in the night

Fear is not a part of her

Shame for what’s to come

Knife in hand dripping and unclean

Resting an arm on a foul wood plank

She begins back and forth

The dull blade takes hours to reach bone

No tears no noise

This is the offering

With heavy breath

Shadows become eyes

No tears no noise

I give a part of me