The gentle azure grace of dusk's fleeting light
"I'm fine"
I used to think he loved the birds and dreamed awake of the stories from before.
Monday morning.
'Mostly' I want the hole they left In my heart filled. I'm tired of looking back, Feeling the regret and sadness That I didn't understand them better. I want back the person I used to care about. But I know That person is dead. And the person Who is there now Is someone I am … Continue reading Mostly (a poem)
Horizon swaying in the distance Warring infinites of gray and black Salt spray swirling in my lungs The floor keeps a layer of bilge As indiscriminate waves Chop away at our sides Our voices are subdued A reverence for our fortune Rivers of pale-yellow shards Arc up through the air From the way of the … Continue reading Two to three miles offshore (a poem)
“Drip, drip, drip,” goes the rain Thinks he As a deep red smears his fingers Wiping a cheek and turning to the skies High above in the clouds Floats the crucifixions Of humans by the millions An ocean of flesh Indiscriminately strung up By the invisible Their eyes are torn to pink Seeing nothing below … Continue reading Blood Like Rain (cosmic horror)
Glowing white eyes pierced me through the gloom. Sunken into the vague gray outline of a stag’s skull, the visage floated closer. Translucent fragments of ink-black cracks and crevasses spiraled out behind it to my unlit kitchen.
As the vessel unfurled to a boundless womb, unspeakable darkness yawned out.
I hung my head to an unfamiliar grotesque limb the alien umbilical that joined us at the navel my stomach crawled chest lurched
