I can hear a practised sigh. Someone’s turning over a leaf, I think they said it’s new, but how do you know it isn’t just refurbished these days. They’re twisting it over, straining delicate veins, flicking dew in their eye, … Continue reading
A glimpse of your puckered face, says this soup isn’t to your taste. I boiled down the bones of my thoughts, But it only enriched, Fractured texts in gelatinous forms. Amorphous gobs, Tacky and corrosive. Gummy with … Continue reading
Like a puncture to my lungs
Darted with poison and spite
Your words find me.
And though my nails may scrape against
my cold levitating ceilings.
I can never dig through.
Lurking only in the shadow,
of your miasmic cloudscraper.
You say your tea tastes sweeter,
Than the honey I forgot to put away.
Do you think it doesn’t hurt me,
To be always looking up?
To watch the sparks,
Of denigration from your soliloquy,
Settle like dandruff my shoulders.
Swaddling me with papier-mache distortions,
Layers of endless demotion,
Pinned with inky spears that paint me
An imposter in my own skin.
That paint me subhuman.
(c) Accidental Tentacles 2016