My mind ripples with fluidity
Droplets of clarity trickle upon grey matter

My body hums with electricity
Sparks skitter across my limbs and exit through my fingertips

My soul blazes with ferocity
Infernos and molten cinders are tempered into my resolution

My unknown pulses with equivocality
Ineffable murmurs creep through dimensional folds

A Featherweight mind takes a long draw of a fragment of time cut out exclusively for the purpose of observance

There are delicate fingerprints elegantly marked vertically along his forearm

In case of insurgency, please start here

Dread mixed with a sense of urgency

For what purpose were those fingerprints placed

If not for the eventual laceration

A sadistic outlook
I hide my fallacies and avarice in a sock drawer,
neatly placed next to my pill bottles
In the closet closest, I store the prospect of future casualties
Shuffled neatly undernearth media propaganda and the war in Uganda
I suffocate the tragedy of unknown victims in my display of malice
Muffled as they’re whimpering
Sociopathic symphony

Rumination expands through the personification of strands,
through exposure to vociferous souls
Prismatic expulsion
Blinding to the eyes, but in this darkness I achieve true sight
My eyes parallel to the universe
I watch the seams closely
Fixated

*I am the watcher of all that is sacred

10 sacrificial exhales
9 regret scented fingertips
8 matriarchal castigations
7 breathes corrupted
6 bummed ember tips
5 second hand coughs
4 derisive stares
3 relapses
2 lungs
1 heart

Parasitic paradise with death in hand
A gift to me,
self receiving
Toxicity imbalanced
*This is worse than bleeding

Descent is faced with reckless abandon
The morality on his shoulders is triple distilled
There’s a sigh
A visage of the drop, the die
There’s not enough liquor to pacify that feeling
Cigarette compensation
Cessation, no relapse today
Copious amounts of coping methods
Life
Love
Stress
Setbacks
For those trying to breath
It’s not that easy

Shell shocked
Electrified fingertips
Static impulses outlined by sparked rumination
The apex is a thunderstorm
I’ve reached the lightning pinnacle