I sat by the tomb tree
counting sunspots, and lines
traced through the bark
became stories of wars and
hallucinogenic fairy tales
in which we prayed to god through glass
I try finding my roots
in the twisting web of leaves
like memories, parasites
and words in the apocalypse
At home, my wife I suppose
reams herself of phobias
by cutting open the world
searching for desperation
in the blood of Christ
She bakes saliva with
nightmares and stains
of semen and rust
Dinner will be ready when I return
whispering about sores
and blisters
and my baptism in a black hole
I wait to be sacrificed by
a suburban holocaust
the willow tree may burn over my body
while my wife cuts out her soul
with a jagged planet,
and sings a serenade to the ghosts
buried in her spine
while she throws herself into
the moon.
Author notes
I don't really know where I went with this...
lol
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wow this is amazing. It's so perfect. You're a amazing writer. The Imagery is amzing. Great write.
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wow it creeped me out in a good way but creeped me out
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Some strong words. Woven erratically it would seem. But not unlike the picture. It's the best so far.
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Some strong words. Woven erratically it would seem. But not unlike the picture. It's the best so far.
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strong messages and really nicely woven words nate.
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