this heat

the thick of heat is upon us now. you were always questions, now the answers steals your blood, mountains so deep in your form, moth bile or headache or some far place dripping from those bones. you fill with fear, damp and rotted, wider eyes across the waters that will reap, and you come to nothing. it is dizzying, all those cavernous sunks, and revolting flesh, of skins, of stretching out and peeling away and hot blood and close, jarring, circular, world scorching bones and screams and wraps and greens, all slaughtering and warm, candles on veins, on old leather. night fur, spastic violent tic, breath clung, heaved in acid, halloween sweat, drink your body back.