Cadaverous

In the wrenching spell of nightmare,
something cadaverous,
phosphorescent on the forest floor.
Bleached like a drowned man months missing.
Current-carried, caught on some subterranean thing.
Tell me it isn’t you.
Tell me.
Oh, my Son.
My life.

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