aftermath.

LONG AGO WHEN I WAS FASTER THAN THE HORSE I RIDE, THE WHOLE THING WAS CLEARLY THE OTHER WAY ROUND
NOTHING CAME AND NOTHING WENT UNLESS I SAID SO
NO SOUL WAS TO BE SEEN AT NIGHT
NO FLYING DWELLER WAS PERMITTED IN THIS PART OF THE COUNTRY.
tHE ONLY FLIGHT WAS MY MISTRESS COMING FOR ME,
WITH NEW BLOOD
HOT
AND READY
FOR SUPPER
THE CRYING BLOOD OF THE NEW VIRGIN SACRIFICE
AND NOW.
I JUST CRAWL IN THE MUD,
AND KICK MYSELF IN THE COFFIN
THAT SHALL ULTIMATELY RECEIVE ME.