Alderbrook

Face twisted in tight knots,
acid fizzing like Pop Rocks in his throat.

He spat,
blood and green hammered the cold grey slabs.

Black flints sparkled,
hands like windmills, a chaos of limbs.

A ticking pulse,
iron swilled like Listerine.

Beast-like,
they painted the wall red.

A screech,
it was splashed with blue.