#smallpoems Creatures lay dormant tucked in fetal position claws scraping on sinew of your soul until drips of Dionysus's residue drip past broken rea

#smallpoems
Creatures
lay
dormant
tucked in
fetal position
claws scraping
on
sinew of your soul
until drips
of Dionysus's residue
drip past
broken
realites

an encrusted eye
opens and it
begins
devouring and
dancing
upon time's
imagined future