hallucin

she flickered in a sneer like some drab anti-god perched on my love seat
fidgety and divine all at once, unable to drop that gaze from the tree branches swaying
in the black wind. My bones curdled up next to her and they stank of used condoms and worn flesh. Couldnt change these clothes attached so nervously to my muscles and tendons, saw the wrinkles of our union on the bedsheets and throw pillows. Clattering of glass filled the air, branches batting at the windows, that sound searching through the room, infesting us with tiny crawling eyes.

She turned a bit sideways, caught me in her headlights and tongue gestures. I knew what she was really thinking, imagined strumming out the dimples in my penis to the petrichor outside. Wanted to wring me like a black wet shirt between her thighs, watch that blood and life trickle out like guitar notes on bad prog albums. I left the bed entranced and made for the bathroom, closed the door behind me.

Another window and outside dark forms like monoliths of blackened human bone, shaped like trees i thought. She was outside twirling from a flowering branch,  just one more body against an October backdrop, swaying to the chopping thunder of her severed vocal chords.