cold hands light a candle,
herbs brewed in a pot,
spit, bile and blood, mixed,
smeared over breasts and brow.

out, basking in moonlight,
slithering in the grass, chewing
on the numbing-weed;
babbling noctambulist.

intoning self-ritual, thinking
blood and wanting it, moistening
pale lips, setting teeth and hackles,
fevered glare sighting.

the kill, biting,
tasting, savouring flesh,
back buckling above soaked earth,
howling in ecstasy.

Patrik Gryst


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