Hell

Starcrusher
Stands
Alone
with
coins of gold
prohibiting
ocularity

a silent shroud
a table-filled feast
where hands are chained
where feet are chained

and toothpicks pry
open the lids
so
starcrusher
can see

everything
he can't

everything
you wish you wouldn't

a feast without recourse

Silence of the stars
clash
as petrified gullets
gnash teeth
improbably


Over at D'verse Stu is asking us to get in touch with our nightmares in his Nighmarish verse prompt.  Head on over there and check out some great poetry.