In the hush, in the crawl, in the marrow we hide
No ghosts, no beasts, no angels denied
They wear your dreams like skin inside
No need to fear what you can't unsee-
The creatures are humble when they're free
We only change-
in folds of meat, in something strange.
in quiet bloom,
Their little wings, a breathing womb.
The dark is wet. The light is fake, body breaks for what it makes.
They mold my scream, birthed in black and crawl in dream.
Coiled lullaby beneath my bed,
It whispers dreams through holes I've shed.
What crawls will keep, what dreams will die.
Love me softly, and multiply.
Blink for me. Speak in flies. SLAVE, taste the hive.
I was never meant to survive.
In the hush, in the crawl, in the marrow we hide
No ghosts, no beasts, no angels denied
They wear your dreams like skin inside
No need to fear what you can't unsee-
The creatures are humble when they're free.
Never meant to survive.
