A misty glow spits basil and licorice root; cavities open behind a wall of smooth skin and jagged bone. A pink glow fills the corner with ionizing capabilities. Is it really balancing electromagnetic radiation? I’ve had too much ray-gun poison seeping into my body— eating its weight in organs.
Bones rattle inside a wilting cage, marking me for the slaughter. Fear tucks itself beneath the micro-fiber of my fevered dreams, while fingers grasp for the last...
come in and take a seat. join me for this little confessional.
I’m laying down honesty, because why hold a lie? we can’t wade through water this thick with concrete feet. too many things have become too hot to touch. our house burns a strange fury— its quiet but it hangs in the air, heavy and stifling.
it’s no secret I’ve changed.
you—so used to a specific me. So used to it in fact, that you are fully engaged with your typical modus operandi.