Deliverance In The Clouds

Cracked skull, his eye twitches
Every ounce of paint thickens and dries
His centipede fingers curl around my back to make sure I’m still there
Educing me; enchanting me
Green eyes in the black light, strewn across his lop-sided bed
Awake to shakes, twitches, and he speaks;
To wake up only in my dreams...
Dying girl holds dead boy