Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Death Was Crawling

"...Its laughter was sharp and loud...."

Death Was Crawling

Death was crawling
on my skull when I
was buried under
leaves. Its grin was

large. The balls of its
eyes were wide and
beaming. Its laughter
was sharp and loud.

Death sucked my marrow,
chewed on my skeleton,
ate all the flesh from
every bone in my body.






Article © Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal. All rights reserved.
Published in the March 21, 2022 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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