portrait IV - Razor

grotesque, frozen

in a grimace of constant asphyxiation,

tongue lolling from dank maw like

some lifeless thing hanging in a noose -

eyes popping nostrils flared ears laid back,

light slices into its face - gleam of saber teeth -

hackles raised - a battle of illumination and shadow

raging in crevices of its contorted visage -