a golden particle hanging in pink.
skin flush, salivating mouth. lightning strikes tree.
blood blush like strawberries. stealing christmas
trees from a snow storm. tires slip on soggy
grey streets. bright lights, brass horns and
rain falls silent. porches and rocking chairs,
wicker. weathered, dusty skin. toxicity bleeds
dry from these feeble fingers. at the mercy of
the felled train, impotence made manifest. heart
clutches blood soaked hand. razor blades.
meow. head throbs. childhood ghost stories,
lurking in shadows and corners. hallucinating
green cats. ceiling lights are bright. swirling
stars look pretty from below. grooving on alien
beats and angel harmonies. superstition makes
a man humble.
i am not man.
i am were-child.
the skull’s porcelain interior.