
26 (The Hard Line) Willow trees fall like shadow in the sun,or shadow falls like willows hewn,it’s kind of hazyA razor sharp line, deep red,cuts a wound through living, breathing flesh,susurrates, expands, impossibleThere […]
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26 (The Hard Line) Willow trees fall like shadow in the sun,or shadow falls like willows hewn,it’s kind of hazyA razor sharp line, deep red,cuts a wound through living, breathing flesh,susurrates, expands, impossibleThere […]
25 (Fuck are we, Toto?) Hope is a house-shapedcutout on the near horizon I fall through a hole inthe sky, land on aroad beneath a red sunburning down on all thisspaceI walk down […]
24 (Dissonance) every now and then a glanceleft or right reveals amissing presence,dark flicker ofsilhouette,reminding me I am heavier beneaththe loss of a weightI needed to carryfurther in my imagination, you plummet,disintegrate, meltingbefore […]
Interlude #2: For Ever but not Forever The concrete is red, I amone with it, the concrete,and the red, too, for thatmatter I fell through the darkness ofone last silent pausefor what […]
23 (The Death Cure) able to keep hold of the biggest partsof herself, storing the corpses of others inmemory coffins, wailing to be woken– resistant to themselves but falling likemissing puzzle pieces into […]
22 (Feast of Lies) deception is a candle thatchokes itself out, relights,suffocates, relights,smothers, rekindles, untilit isn’t a candle at allanymore,not even adept imitation,merely ball of amorphouswax that can no longerreignite, no smoke […]
21 (Judas Supper) struggle in your skin,rage from your dungeon,dive into freedom,a flaming butterflyinto pellucid shallows liberation feels a lot likefear, tastes like doubt,swallows like lumpsof cold regret, raw asgobbets of pulsingflesh […]
20 (Lazarus in Flames) it smells like independence, sounds likedesperation, your one second of rage,deflected by the Lie, set free to focus ona path of regret, rush headlong into apainting of someone else’s […]
19 (Dirt & Lies) wake to a sleep in a garden of flesh,scent intertwined, loam, decay, the smellof smoke from bridges burned, the fetidmiasma of fallow fields left too longunturned, until even the […]
18 (I Am a Garden) I am the harvest,anathema to humanity,yet all it strives to poison itsgardens with,dreaming, I create you,in nightmare, destroy,waking, I sustainthe force that eats theparts you no longer haveneed […]