something wicked

it comes creeping in
on little cat feet,

rolling like tides,
shifting like clouds.

it circles above and
makes tracks on the ground,

tentacles reaching
from an unseen perch.

it quivers and shakes,
gyrates, pulsates

with longing for absolution,
longing for release.

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