MAD, LOST, & CRIMSON

There is something I detest inside me
Aside from the red ash I inhale
Granular, in my blood and moving
Through every part of me

Rhythms in light, thudding against me
Calling to something distant
Inhabiting the neurons in my gray
An obtuse, unpleasant possession

Laugh, and laugh, and laugh

Sneer with fever for incoming displeasure

Vitriol heats up my muscles

An esoteric evil bursts from my throat

I grab and slide and poke and prod
Tongue heavy against friendly skin
The barrier so easily relinquished
How simple this unprovoked invasion

There is something I detest inside me
Mad, lost, and strangely crimson
The dark weakens but I find laughter in the light
A fervent, intoxicating smile

Glaring back at me, teeth bared and injured

A visage of flesh terrified

In the dark corners, with only a mote of light

I laugh, alone as the horizon burns

Notes from the author:

This was written after watching the 2024 French horror film MadS, a fascinating and excellent movie that is a lot more than its simple premise first makes it appear to be.