Madness — Locura

Madness

Deformed monsters accompany me, spiders on the back of huge toads trying to reach my cheeks, pale, bony. I rebel against that. Desperately I kneel and cover my face with my hands. The toads go through the meat, the tendons, and the bones, and take over my face. I want to scream, but only laughter and praise to the dark come from my throat. From my arms hang stony excrescences that do not decide to abandon them, and my eyes linger on being distracted witnesses of how spiders devour the interior of my bones.

Locura