The Blast Furnace Hides Bones
- Jimmy Ray
- Apr 16, 2019
- 2 min read
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THE BLAST FURNACE HIDES BONES
Running...labored breathing
blood-stained floor, slip
cracked hip, table corner
Splinter, slither...SLASH!
...omigod...
He's right on my ass!
Bend the dream
get me the fuck out!
...to the garden of stones
The blast furnace hides bones.
Skin mask, slip--slipping!
tripping steel stairs
Big hand, too BIG! ...psycho man
Fucking maniac!
...and I'm all alone
The blast furnace hides bones.
Cellar door...in reach
bleached skin, ghost white
running blind, losing sight
Legs blunted, shunted.
Dial 911! ...hear the tone
The blast furnace hides bones.
Disconnected! Wire cut!
In a rut, no way out.
Root cellar floor
dry with age...and drought.
Haute' cuisine?
scene of a cannibal,
No Hannibal...
lecherous just the same.
Outlandish, unknown
The blast furnace hides bones.
HEAVY boots...thudding death
size thirteens, green
...with mossy residue...
GOD HELP ME!!!
Can't cry...can't scream
can't wake from this fucking dream.
His breathing...
A monotonous drone.
The blast furnace hides bones.
Staggering haggard
into the tunnels of his prey
Oh Fuck! He's here!!!
Quiet now....shhhhh...must not breathe
must be quiet
as the night is to stone
The blast furnace hides bones.
I see...his victims
rictus of corpses
laid and splayed, on display
Strippers stripped of hips
thighs enveloped, flies
Prostitutes...rooted.
deep cavities...
his levels of depravity are sick
I shudder as I hide, alone
The blast furnace hides bones.
Driller...killer
OMIFUCKINGGOD!!!!
He's right here!
I play dead...He speaks:
"Run little worm of a man, you cannot stand the torment in store for the whores of society like you...
wretched little insects, your vortex of pain will stretch to the hardcore of the core...evermore.
Play dead, your head will paint my walls, your scent of fear is queer and pungent...I smell you.
and the god of which you pray cannot save the day for you will crumble on my alter of death...
I will embrace you my wretch, as you are stretched on my rack...you won't die alone...
My blast furnace will hide your bones"
"...Here...I...come!"
No...this...killer
filled her with knife steel
the feel of the blade
forbade in realms of normalcy
dormant seas of bloodlust
must escape before trussed
the pestle of cracked stone
The blast furnace hides bones
Ducking pipes...snipe hunt
for real...bleeding where cut
stumbling myriad hallways
fumbling, tumbling crawlspace
blood drenched catacombs
and the blast furnace hides bones!
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alarm?
Awake!
Thank God just a bad dream
Oh now I'm shivering...
quivering here on the bed...
what the hell was that dream
...I just had?
Can't...can't remember
Something about...?
I just don't know
but the wind outside is cold
I must wake her...tell her.
Wait...root cellar? furnace?
That's it! I must not forget.
The blast furnace must be emptied
Freed of the bonds of night terrors
I descend to the cellar.
The blast furnace hides bones...
and there is so much work to do yet...
copyright
2007
J.
Raymond
Davis
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