The Call

Love, craft me a terror
that walks with me
through cerulean days, that ticks
like a hundred Grandfather clocks out of sync
inspiring madness in all of its delicious
depravity.

Borne of the invisible, tentacles
lapping at my mind’s eye,
mewing against my legs
that were made backwards all along.

Love, craft me a terror
dripping wax vengeance,
knot the ventricles so
that they may seep
the pleasure of the damned

Screaming from splintered beams,
bleeding into cups
to divine
what will never be.

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Lou Holland is a Scottish writer based in Glasgow. She is a recent graduate of the MLitt Creative Writing course at the University of Glasgow. Her work has appeared in Skirting Around, From Glasgow to Saturn, Split Lips and All Becomes Art Part 2, a collection of writing based on the works of artist Joan Eardley. Lou lives with her ever-patient husband Anthony and their two budgies Booster (Gold) Thunderwing Doomslayer and Blue Beetle. Yes, she is a nerd.