Neurochemical duress, the labor of my body aglows, destitution in mental illness; a fragmented waste of sperm
Tag: PTSD
i hid from you all.
the perfume asleep, having flowers to cease as i now subsume tragedy beyond the wisp of her lips phantasmagorical stillness yet adorns to me her eyes of stone.
new moon
leaving death of all silhouettes when the new moon born of lured tragedies outstretched to kill itself
eyelids.
eyelids and a lie i stare the way footsteps slip in winters etcetera
one more stone.
wholly lady i speak eating air beside, the tree whose blood of mine grew upon.
In mind.
and I’ve never known him this man of earth, of war and weedy cypress, lizards and their fluted skins married to the wind; phantom epistles from Vietnam
Grandfather. (Prose)
Sometimes I wonder who you were, what kind of person you were. You were my father’s father. You are dust now. You are in the death of an ocean well.
Forgotten (to silence).
Stare at the ceiling, I am an afterthought, dreams cast forgotten memories in twilight’s tongue rivaling alone
Pseudopsychosis. 