2 December 2020

billowing black fabric, dusty as moth wings

expands into time we never knew we had

logic is dead: a black hole engulfs us both

is this real? mate, I can no longer feel my feet

This is serious.

dark magic dizzy and sparkling

I felt your bones in the strangled night

pressed my little thumbs

on the tangled up knots in your chest

on the strong bits, broken bits

and gave in

landslide of internal organs

it feels like I’m on acid

when I’m with you

even when I’m not

 

Can you see for me when I am in the dark

feel my face with its wet toxic tears

dribbling down

feel my face and tell me

it’s ok nothing lasts forever