Deathrace, Up-Close

A solid mist amidst the ankles
pours fog between the skin
Deathrace across the sheets unbounds
a hellhound in the embers
In the abyss, on a surface? On a carpet smoke gray
As a shadow, now among the clothes
As shades -a remanent- amidst the walls
And through

Weather cold
Room temperature
Now the revenant crawls the chest

Nothingness
Nothing
Mess
Up-close

A hellhound in the embers
It’s a goblin
Up-close
I am zero

And I
Up-close
I feel I forgot to _________