Tumbling through the liquid space
Their teeth surround me
Red mist engulfs my face
I think they have found me

Lost in a cloud of doubt
The cage they want to escape
My core pulsates
Every pulse bursting red
I am a beacon

The rose scatters
They approach me
Existence flutters
They encage me

Tumbling through the red liquid space
These walls that surround me
They are made of flesh
Dentine blades rend me
My life ruptures
To what purpose these jaws serve
Other than to put out another beacon?

ideas spiral around my head
so many things i want to do
so many things i want to create
but i can only create more ideas
everything is unfinished
even this poem isn’t done
everything remains an idea
a graveyard no one visits
everybody enters
but no one leaves

perhaps through poetry
i will clear my head
of all my ideas
before i’m