*Inhale*Exhale*
*inhale* Skin writhes under cotton clouds, stained with the water of life. *exhale* The wails of brainstorm evils do not please the ear. Only the mislead, the blissful scream under toe. Rotting tree bark curls outside and in. But the flashlight thrives in such irreparability, looking ahead with such devious gleam that the feasting maggots draw back for a moment. *inhale* Meat takes root and blossoms for a precious, sun spotted second. The hatchlings don’t like that, but I withstand their hurricane of wing clips for long enough. Glory crush my bones into the pavement. *exhale* Not long after the pustules form, covering my eyes, fingers, and scalp. The festering plague pours out my mouth and pores, the rain covered by eternal night. Light clings to the walls, praying for its unguarded treats. Drip drip dripping the stone drops bombard my static monument inside and out, and still they crunch away in melody wells. Shake my head to shake the batteries out. The bulb will shatter in blackness. So they crack my skull and crack them open. Toss them through the loop; strain them, purify them. Now let them burn. Let me drown in them. Let my flesh seer and and my features sizzle; make me see what eyes don’t see and feel what hands don’t play. *inhale* Make the outside match the inside.
~ I wanted to try one on being dead inside. If that helps you understand any of it. :-)
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