And the black eels
Slid in the spaces
Between the skull
And the mind.
Burrowing down
Sliding and wriggling across,
Pulsing and throbbing with electricity,
And lacerating the plump
Soft tissue
Causing her to writhe
As if she were being burned
Alive in her sleep
Like some fatty piece of bacon
On a greased skillet.
And we watched.
And we wrote
Our sterile careful notes
With blank featureless faces,
While the beetles
Scurried in masses
Under her grayed porcelain skin.
Piercing her tight elastic muscle
With their poison tipped barbed feet.
And we stared,
With a trained effortless
Lack of sympathy at the beautif