It's the hiss.

The lips, the mouth,

The tongue, the bite.

The sinew gathered on the bone

The snake embedding fangs in flesh.

It's the scream.

The cold, the dark

The damp, the decadent


Falling into place.

Haunting, hunting

Waiting, longing.


It's the train,

Kicking along the track,

To the abandoned station,

clink, clink, clink.