serrated text of the other
running down purple lines
of this outstretched wrist

circumstance inches me closer
to that scaffolded archetype
male aloof unfeeling closed-off

i am the canary
in the binary
singing bars hard

distal phalanges
tap the app
till these trills mean something

the oolong tea leaves
in the bottom of the witch's teacup
told me doom and bloom

was nigh
as ****.

her words quavered
like dead grass clippings falling up
into the discerning violet scry

it feels me with
terror and awe
how tangentially complicit

we all are.

this fate:
radial.

radii circling the too-shiny drain.
i'm suspicious of this gleam.

i see the memory of then now.
it is coming.
it is here.
it was.
it's all

the same.

i can't help but
stare into the abyss
it calls i come im its *****

thin cleave of her
insinuating itself
my skin scrim accepting

altar to alter
this touch is a pill
im ****** up

pupils chasing
out the white
fell elegiacally

dark mattering
cup brimming
this is dope

death crept up my back
and fingered each one
of my spine's nodules

breathing icy wisps
into my left ear

laying me
deeper into my bed
dread penetrating