Creepers

Creeping out to greet me
when I don't want their company
I don't want their burdens
or their angry red burnings

I don't like those things
from the wormholes of memories
where they fester and writhe
where they reach for my throat

whirling past scarred ashes
I used to call my senses
beside peeled, broken crayons
that once were heartlongings

Ashen corroded peepholes
slinking past my soul
seeking, leaking lovefest
lost in hellish desires

Taking wholeness making holes
careening, swirling depths
go away, o tangled webs
release my bleeding heartlife