The Poetry Marathon

All the walls tar paved,
Delirium gone awry,
He screws the scared help.

Earth worn depths tremble.
Vigour fueled,two soul meat,
Spreads out horned star gaze.

Damp ceiling patch spreads,
Recovering partner is drunk,
Rachnoc hears the words.

From the crevice comes,
Tentacles yearning for him,
Absorbing the threat.

Ship dashes on rocks,
He runs to the ghost boat,
Rachnoc awaits inside.

Cave beckons, she drowns,
Eyes whiten, drowning the sound,
Little boy’s shrieking.

Rachnoc spreads his limbs,
Engulfs the child, sucking,
Feasting on his flesh.

Two become Rachnoc,
Boy’s mother forgets with haste,
Only he can see.

Lighthouse glow echoes,
Trembling at the creature,
Unleashed and vanished.

Spine and head, no gills,
Sated Rachnoc growing fast,
Glass shatters, expelled.

Sack falls in the tank,
Rachnoc’s tentacles moving,
Cast into the light.

Pond’s grey sputum,
Screams lost to time, drunken flaws,
All shall be revealed.

Dark wall juice, grimy,
Web sack emerges from truth,
To water he floats.

Cave lakes floatation,
Eight legg-ed fixation, in death,
Night skies deliver.