In the Longer Shadows of the Night

[doctor_aquinas]

Why speak of the Savage God,
god of spider-bites,
god of parasite eggs layed in our abdomens,
god of the grasping shadows on our bedroom walls,
god of splayed legs and twisted necks.

They will follow you,
measure your pace
and count your steps,
they will loom
long after you're asleep
and quietly count the hairs,
and sit astride your chest.

Whisper, whisper:
listen to the wiry syllables,
the slight lisp.
Feel the gentle nails
brush your cheek.
Its back is bent,
its arms elongated,
its teeth chatter
in the coldness of your breath.