Cold,
it trembles unseen.
From the front,
behind, inside out and dripping on the floor…
Blurred across the periphery of your eye, around corners peeking,
hovering above your body sleeping.
Darkling fingers stretch and grow tickling the skin in the dark alone.
Yellow eyes roll back with pleasure as the silver thread tethering
the silver lining is severed,
drowned and devoured.
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Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoetryThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
