Modus Opera - Trance To The Sun

There is a whole in the wall that I watch you through

Dank and lined thickly with pale seeds

You are a sickly brittle crustacean

When I cover the hole with my ear I hear you

Mumble about the silence and I know you are flicking your fingers towards the

whole

I am not afraid of you

Although I know you know I’m here

You can’t see me

You press your lips to the whole and run your tongue along the seeds

You hiss for me through the mouth in stone

I am blue

I am malignant

I am terribly filled

You implore

You beguile

Tease you

Whisper about the sunlight and giggle as you scamper in the shadows

Promising me you feel it

Rubbing your twig wrist against the wall until it bleeds

I don’t do that often although it is my favorite game

Do you see how kind I am?

I sing you lullabies when you are weeping

I roll pearls and razorblades through the hole to you

I call you insect insect

You are weak

And when I ache I fuck the mouth in stone and I tell you it is your hole I am

fucking

You cough and cry

Through the dark the seeds fall onto your face and soon I will have a garden