PAVOR NOCTURNUS

between layers of gooseflesh and feathers

my tar-clouded eyes seek shapes —

phantasmagoric geometry —

these shadowforms that console and reawaken

a flickering paranoia of the night

lying spine-down there is a stranger’s weight on my chest

lungs punctured by a witch’s talon —

molasses darkness —

i fall and hit my head on nothing

tied to linen by a ghost anchor

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This was written for my friend Kole Galbraith’s EP, Alptraum. Check it out:

ALPTRAUM

If you like experimental doom noise from Wenatchee, you’re gonna love this!