Red Teeth Flashing

Demons dance on the tables

Unseen by blank-eyed feasters

Whose skin they stroke and pinch

Until they are pink, and their

Eyes roll back in their

Sweating heads, their manic

Laughter tainted with a terror

They themselves cannot comprehend.

 

The demons dance on the tables

Their cruel hooked fingers catching

And pulling at the hair of their

Unknowing hosts, until they are

Bent backwards into grotesque

Arching forms that draw screams

From taut white lips.

 

Screams that are mistaken

For ecstasy.

 

Demons dance on the tables

Red teeth flashing as they steal

Biting kisses from helpless mouths

That shape horrors the mind

Will not except.

 

 

A child looks upwards, straight at

The twisted demonic bodies that

Warp as they dance in the half-light.

 

But in the perverted darkness of denial

Cries are mistaken for laughter.

Reviews

[shoaib]

really awesome work

[Beatrice Mars]

I can't get the words out to express what I'm thinking right now.That was amazing. The images this creates are really creepy.
'the perverted darkness of denial'
I love this, because denial really is a darkness, it's like shrouding yourself in it to hide from the rest of the world, and then
'Cries are mistaken for laughter.'
I love that, the way denial hides what is real and what people feel and think they feel and what other people think they are feeling.
I was going to say all my favourite lines, but there are so many of them.
Where do you get this stuff? I'm jealous, I wish I had written it.

Amazing.