Grotesque Grotto

-Like a lick of the grotesque

“Carry your demons with you like a double; 

a lost rubble of long forgotten trouble” 

Its all that anger, 

destruction come from

your lungs, and the

hurt on the tip

of your tongue.

“Exercise your demons 

and let them dance

upon your tongue”

Its that negative energy 

beaten back within-

beaten black and blue.

With eyes bulging

with outward hatred true.

“Hug the darkened embodiment

to quell the cannibalistic tide”

Its home - hidden in 

a pit of bile,

in a cage of bones,

a welcome mat

of teeth which moans.

“Kiss the carnavelesque creation

and love your demons’ dreams”

Its a path for evil unfurled,

your tongue like

a red carpet

unto the real world.