the other night, rights before we set off
on a journey to the inner city
the inner being within me
cried out!
like a wasting light it called for me
oh how sweet the chorus
of a mountain, of the monsters
that sleep in this swallowed coat
it rang for a disposition
i was unable to produce so
the calling came from the outpours
never again will i see you again
bones are breaking out of skin
i can feel it
poking through it feels so smart
but it can and will never last
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
