oh tumble upon this glorious mountain
cavernous intrusions within our martyrs
glory to contusions in your icu bed
let me bleed upon your pale linoleum skin
godless men in their stitched trousers
pennycoats sitting with royal teas
she was a tease before she cried
but now reside in memorial pesticide
restless in the fountain kingdom
personal crowns bleeding atop our heads
amazing pretenses in cullen vortexes
with nothing left to be but alive
deathconciousness is the only hope for this
a swell of your lingering perfume
the forest in my head forever dark
shrieks of your mother's bomb
entombed within your mind
i am forever in the glow of your skin
sick i will see your face tonight
alone in this castle of my mind
you were my favourite dream
so i will always want to sleep
but the night is too fast
alone in this bed of mine
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
