III: NO LIGHT
Burning Angel
It's out there
Between the trees
On the underside of the leaves
Dropping down, crawling over the roots
Over the stones on the bank of the creek
Over the bones
It's hanging from the eaves
Crawling up the posts
Under the porch
It's in the pipes
It's scratching behind the drywall
Eating away the insulation
Crawling up through the toilet
Clogging the sink drain
It's in my room
Under the blankets and the boxes
Behind the posters
Under the dustjackets
It's here
It wants me to go with it
It's here
It's here
It's here
It's here
It's here
It's here
It's here