it was an empty
gray day
footsteps
from a ghost
scaling
the layers of my flesh.
birthed from sadness
drowning inside
a mouth
swollen with
hollow words

pixilating membranes
mucus dripping from mushroom caps
mapped out your skin
because your flesh
was like a scab
i tore off.

giants sleeping in october
our bodies frayed like scarecrows.
there is a glowing face
amongst the darkness

the forest
is a chorus of mystical *******
an ancient magic
pulsating with
the wisdom of being
deeply rooted.
gray and green and blue
melding into
the only home
i can really ever
go to.

head split apart
erupting galaxies
cheshire smiles
hanging within
a bubbling atmosphere
too bent and deformed
to house life
but dead beating hearts.
stuck inside a beehive
with stinging ringing
rubbed raw skin.
a yellow
fever
running rampant.

Soft glowing
Lights
Hang from emptied corridors
And the night melts into

An


Outer space
Dripping pinpoints of light