Sweating,
You grip
The railing,
You've
Grown
Crooked
Again,
Healing
From
Where the
Slayer
Dropped
The world
Upon
You
In your
Dance.

Drusilla
Grabs
Your
Feet,
And
Yanks,
Ripping
Your
Vertebra
Straight.
You bite
Your
Tongue,
Swallowing
The scream
And your
Own
Stolen
Blood.

The
Feeling
Is coming
Back,
Pins
And
Needles,
Shooting
Pains
In your
Legs
You
Kill with
Bourbon.

Angelus
Laughs,
Dru
Giggles-
Leaving
Her toy
Face down,
Trembling on
The cold
Stone
To crawl
Unheeded
Into your
Chair-
As
They
Play-
It's only
A matter
Of
Time.