"I'm fine"
I used to think he loved the birds and dreamed awake of the stories from before.
Trailing colors The light dances Just out of reach
Monday morning.
Gray Swirling fog Twists of smoke Clouds of spreading ink Encircling me Effortless black Stretches in flowing rings Transient shadow pulses And weightless friction Blend with the infinite Ashen fiction Open wounds throbbing Along the sides Of my naked limbs And weathered face Crimson drifts around Warm as an embrace Inescapable as fate Further to … Continue reading Gray (a poem)
They all laughed.
We heaped lies on lies to cover up lies, We lied because we wanted appeal. We had never even known anything else, We did it to make ourselves feel real.
Hooks to my teeth It pries open My mouth Chills rattle Down the base Of my skull To the marrow Of my sacrum
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
