PurpleBeats now soft, a thudding in my chest, a heartbeat intensifying.Purple2 years ago in Free Verse
Beating faster, embracing the environmental cataclysm sliding down the back of my skull.
The world collapses into pixels, crashing down in an electronic funk.
An orchestra of mechanized beats feeling ferrous fluid warping through my veins.
Upon my skin drips water, a holy water from the angels,
remaining now as a metallic taste that tingles the jaw.
Toxic portals captivating, intoxicating,
deep majestic caverns of ink spraying like the ocean’s waves.
Carefully now, catalogue my movements and translate them into sound.
Translate them into thought, translate them into action, translate them into words made to dazzle and destroy your perception, words to overwhelm the unreliable senses, to leave upon the mind a fractal scar of remembrance, capturing language into a pill bottle and releasing it to float freely to the ears, because those are my words.
And once we’re finished, all which will remain are beads