Wednesday, 19 April 2017

Day 6(7): relapse

time stood still
a cobweb latching on
as a father struck his son

time stood still
a safety belt foregone
a skeleton in the sun

i can feel a quietness
it lurks between my knees and toes
underneath my pillow
through the noose of my own skin
i cant wait to begin

i am aghast

i am a mask

i need to jest,
lest i lose myself
in my selfish
of a button in a zipper
of a shellfish shitting dreams
of an eye within an eye
of mirrors leaping from my seams
of evil sipping gin
of a maze within a maze
ablaze with rib-bone ribboned skies

mired in
veiled in
i am

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