For the Nefarious

From a recessed hollow Rumble, I unearth as a creature Conceived to be relentless. Depend on me to hunt you Until you find yourself Counting all the uncorked Nightmares you digested. I will let you know the burning Endorsed by the effort of Matches. And you will claw Yourself inward, toward a Conference of heat as the steam Within you surrenders, caves You into a cardboard scar. Even what will wreck you Are your mother’s chapped lips. Even to drip your confession Of empty rooms. I know about Your recipe of rain, your apiary Ways. Trust me to be painful.