Deliverance in the Clouds

Cracked skull, his eye twitches
Every ounce of paint thickens and dries
His centipede fingers curl around my back
To make sure I’m still there
Educing me
Enchanting me
Green eyes in the black light
Strewn across his lop-sided bed
Awake to shakes, twitches, and he speaks
To wake up only in my dreams…
Dying girl holds dead boy