abyssmalwind

searching for the underside of the pillowthese blotted lines swim colorlessly hemorrhage and drop, hemorrhage and drop and in the background I luminesce and hemorrhage and drop, drop, drop the caterwauls have aligned again they hemorrhage and spin, alight in their hymn they cadence and swell, swerving the verve an endless disjoint heart-beating danceharmonic math blooms delicately in their silencetheir thrumming thrashing silences the mechanical yawping electrical spell and dangerous heat, grasping to sear in their mythical jargon that traipses and smiles and arches in tiers and layer and lair and liar and cursingand whispers and silenceI ...

my teenage acne scars look more and more like battle wounds, the year unfolding like the sleepless nights that settle into the skin beneath my eyes.these nights of dissolved kaleidoscope horizons have faded into fluorescent basement walls opaque as chalk crumbles from the ceilingopaque as I am mutebut my only silence is noise.              words and words and words, never ideas.    I am haunted by their dry-wall voices, these ghosts of people translucent beneath their            sunglasses.            these goggles these goggles            can't keep me from drowning. And though they walk through the muddled deep with assured clarity, Cle...

I am the electric sibilance that quakes between the flesh of his mouth the stoic quietude that hums strength beneath the surface the measured assurance that calmsMy facade atop the throbbing abandon of everticking everbeating       piu mosso           piu forte                piu feroce In the silence of her nuclear waves, I feel the heat sear temporary burns on my cheeksthe despondency of never getting to feel my hardest working muscleIn here, I am a sizzle of nerves,      the insolent plucking of an improper string I am no longer Dmitri amongst a sea of WolfgangsBack in the stringent world of reality, I remember to breatheI feel ...