fetality

There is a pregnant presence
within the brittle circumference
of my skull,
it displaces my consciousness.

and though my splayed, split consciousness
beats hard and fast
the sibilant soliloquiy of its fluttering wings

is eclipsed
by the growing pressure
in the depths of the bell jar

one mighty hand is mustered
from the immaculate conception
- the inexplicable, unfathomable source
of this sour seed -

the hand grips and grasps
at the evacuated tendrils
of scant scaffolding

the neuronal sparks have emigrated from.
they are crossing a red sea
unto a red horizon
beneath a crimson, shimmering eye
- the menacing panopticon

of this new being.
the tumour swells and shrivels with the phases of the moon
an organic ebb and rolling flow

it has broken my waters
and i ponder the chance
of an extinction in the high seas

this creature
it was forged brittle
an amalgamation wrought from inherited worry
from anger and rage passed down from generation to generation
springing forth from the primordial timeless web of our human condition

death, meaninglessness, isolation, freedom
four dark horses tugging at each limb of the tortured being

a tormented, shackled ghoul
bloating with a growing despair
i feel it pound between my eyes

i am ready
i am due.