Modus Opera

There is a whole in the wall that I watch you through
 Dank and lined thickly with pale seeds
 You are a sickly brittle crustacean
 When I cover the hole with my ear I hear you
 Mumble about the silence and I know you are flicking your fingers towards the whole
 I am not afraid of you
 Although I know you know I'm here
 You cant see me
 You press your lips to the whole and run your tongue along the seeds
 You hiss for me through the mouth in stone
 I am blue
 I am malignant
 I am terribly filled
 You implore
 You beguile
 Tease you
 Whisper about the sunlight and giggle as you scamper in the shadows
 Promising me you feel it
 Rubbing your twig wrist against the wall until it bleeds
 I don't do that often although it is my favorite game
 Do you see how kind I am?
 I sing you lullabies when you are weeping
 I roll pearls and razorblades through the hole to you
 I call you insect insect
 You are weak
 And when I ache I fuck the mouth in stone and I tell you it is your hole I am fucking
 You cough and cry
 Through the dark the seeds fall onto your face and soon I will have a garden