distance isn't always measured in miles

hungry mouths ripped open your chest. 

the sky filled with screams, potent fumes leaving your lips like exhaled tobacco slipping through frigid night air.  you furled your nails deep into the marrow of your bones, absorbing the pain.  your mouth welled with starch and blood, swirling at the back of your throat like tumulus dirt being whipped into cyclones.  your body was a vicious mix of violent lights and clitic syllables.

nothing made you look beautiful anymore.
not the ants, not the plague.

you felt your skin dissolve into telephone wires as you cried to dial tones.


















it was like clockwork, gears and bolts grinding against one another to create some sense of system, some reassurance of time.  slowly though the seconds ticked to their own rhythm, independent to the minutes.  there was a mutiny overthrowing hours and days no longer existed in perspective of sundown and sunrise.

you pushed a button and the whole world bent,
transcending the universe and creating a whole other realm
which was yet to be named.

one day you’ll lose your breath running away from the fear implanted by late night pudding and four hour conversations with god.

and your lungs will scream and scream,
but there’ll be not a single soul left to replenish them.

























you promised what was not yours to give.  you told yourself that you would become president and personally patch the ozone layer with scotch tape.  they chided you for your foolishness but your ears were shrouded by vain slivers of youth.  you believed shooting stars could make wishes come true, but you didn’t realise they were just faulty fireworks burning too late.

this restless, ardent hope to extinguish hatred was your undoing.  the world was, and is, not a place of safety.  there are times where darkness will strip you bare, naked in front of force.  each sin, each memory will be blown up, shattered, then lodged in your corneas.

it is a harsh, harsh thing to love.

and often you were not strong enough to cope.
not strong enough to feel.

but in that respect,
you are human.