There’s a bin on the way home,
I wonder what’s inside.
A tired ocean? Remains of a dome?
Expired food? A bucket of fries?

I came closer to the smell of fish,
I open it, it was red, black and white.
Whatever I saw inside that day,
Made me scared for my life.

An eye, a liver, a lung, a tooth,
All of it inside this dark, heavy booth.
I closed the bin quickly, I wan away,
I guess I can call it a day…

when the lights go out,
i am swallowed by nothingness.
it settles like a blanket over me,
but it is heavy.

the world becomes gaps and blanks.
my mind fills them.
it paints them with my worst fears;
murderers monsters, you.
you come alive in the dark.
you lurk in the corners,
waiting for the moment
i blink.

but the images don’t move.
they are stagnant-
still, yet smothering,
seeping into skin
and squeezing the breath from my chest.

i say im scared of the dark,
but truly,
i fear the corners of my mind.
and what they birth.
when im alone long enough,
to let them speak.

I was never
Afraid of
Anything before
You showed up

All of a sudden
I loved you
And that
Was terrifying

🅿romises bled from the mouth of the moon,
🅾aths carved in fog on a bone-white dune.
🅸 drank from a chalice that mirrored my face,
🆂in made of velvet, stitched into lace.
🅾racles wept in the orchard of skin,
🅽ailed to the silence that echoes within.

🅳eath wore a crown made of whispers and glass,
🆁eality cracked like a serpentine mass.
🅴very mirror refused to reflect,
🅰s shadows grew teeth and began to infect.
🅼y soul is a house where the doors won’t align..
Where dreams drink the dreamer, in slow serpent time.