Last night
A quiet word...
was trembling
A touch....
hypnotized the senses
It was pitch black....
I went to the kitchen
I drank all I could find,
And slept in the garden.
Last night
I pulled flowers from the garden's ground
And clipped their petals...
It tasted like honey.
From that,
All blended into a kaleidoscopic metamorphosis.
Channels opened,
yet, I could not foresee the end
the world became a dome.
Immortal shape shifter's
danced restlessly...
When I awoke
There was dirt in my hands.
My mouth, had dirt.
I woke up covered in dirt.
But, I can only remember
how I drowned into an deep abyss.
The rest amiss.
In the depths, my outer self became less
In the future, I hope I do not grew thicker skin
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 5:46 AM UTC
Last night
A quiet word...
was trembling
A touch....
hypnotized the senses
It was pitch black....
I went to the kitchen
I drank all I could find,
And slept in the garden.
Last night
I pulled flowers from the garden's ground
And clipped their petals...
It tasted like honey.
From that,
All blended into a kaleidoscopic metamorphosis.
Channels opened,
yet, I could not foresee the end
the world became a dome.
Immortal shape shifter's
danced restlessly...
When I awoke
There was dirt in my hands.
My mouth, had dirt.
I woke up covered in dirt.
But, I can only remember
how I drowned into an deep abyss.
The rest amiss.
In the depths, my outer self became less
In the future, I hope I do not grew thicker skin
