#plasma
The air vibrates in my ears
a mighty machine
overwhelms the land
without revealing itself
in other dimensions
Not an object, not flying
only unidentified
Invisible, intangible
Panic is futile
The sound settles
too heavy to caress
with a humming voice
Something hypnotic
rattles softly, to which
I refuse to yield
I want to tell it, not to be
absorbed by this hungry creature
not to be unknowingly devoured
A light breath rustles fleetingly
over me; I am awake
and won't be liquefied
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 3:41 AM UTC
huh
can you get a crush through the screen
is it not just plasma
just some
people that live far away
i don't know but maybe
it doesn't matter
cuz you'll always be ugly
at the end of the day we are all some chordates
or not i am very bad at biology rn
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 5:17 AM UTC
You’ve got a city pass in City of Uncertain Love,
walked through the door,
didn’t so much as flinch,
even after all the plasma drawn from this love,
you walked away hissing,
bared sharp fangs, jaundiced from all the scathing words that flowed,
pale as a vampire,
it was you after all and not me you said.
Enamored with the sights and sound, the 360 degree dining experience with a view of the future, complemented with vocabularies to match your mood, aged like wine in the vineyard of pick-up lines,
while I’m left here in a curiosity shop of brokenness:
kisses spat back into the bottomless void of yesterday;
thoughts of once newly-minted strangers we were scrawling notes and now smeared by tear stains;
a heart with no discernible shape, slapped for dragging beats on the snare;
A corpse of a phone you have murdered taking it off life support when you eloped with my charger;
mismatched pillows you left, still possessed with the ghosts of restlessness nights haunting the halls of my mind with echoing arguments of what to eat for dinner;
a spare key—a wedding ring for a keychain.
I fell apart.
Ring!Ring!Ring!
“So, everything didn’t work out for you?”
—inaudible—
“Do you know what time is?”
—inaudible—
—you missed me?”
—inaudible—
“Uh-huh….
Sorry to hear, but there are no refunds for your freedom ticket. Bye!”
Click!
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 11:21 PM UTC
when he left
it was as if
someone had
flattened my veins
and poured my
blood
into the ocean,
because i cannot
shower
or drink
or swim;
i can only
drown
in the metallic
taste
of my own plasma
creating a new
universe
without me
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC