dancing blood stars, painted skin.
the snap.
razor tears like piranha devouring
the mask.

lead belly, pregnant with
lumps sliding downward.

sinking pellets of
crimson oceans

spectral phosphenes
dancing across fetid rotting
corpses of sentences i climb
over

gears of anguish
undulations of was
and has and finished
amplified with
pauses and
commas

the sand beneath my feet
sinks beneath my toes
sometimes it cannibalizes my
psyche

blood stars
are a manifestation
of what is real, and
what can be seen

The bittersweet snap from a world
where i could disappear
and never have to
surface again