Sometimes my beasts,
Claw at my insides,
Inciting my demons to riot.
Thousands of sins –
Caged in various prisons.
Some burbling forth,
Like fountains of fluid sand,
Or tar.
Which striations,
Can I exhume?
Excise from my spirit?
How long,
Has this experiment been running?
How much of me is left?
Which Striations, Can I Exhume?
