lounges into ache
as shadows press themselves
beneath the sun
roils within sanguinity
as versions she will be slice
curves to turbidity
as gravity holds its own
flees to inundation
death with insanity
as heedless witness ushers self
shoes filled with blood
listens for the signs
9 thoughts on “vacate”
La la la … also, if you’ve read FIGHTBALL: DYING OF SUCK and have not yet left a review on Amazon?
Thanks ever so much.
Each verse is a different story…or slice.
Multiple readings lead to multiple endings.
And so I read it again.
I like that thought. It means exactly one thing to me, this set of words … but I like the thought that you see various meanings.
I like that very much.
This makes my heart race with doom. Again with water references as beautiful as it is scary.
And I think it’s a bit weird that the ending feels hopeful to me. Listening is good however bloody one may be.
I would just perhaps point out that listening for signs is not the same as listening for sounds.
And doom is never simply doom … there is always a next that arrives.
beautiful words, as always
Thank you very much, Madison.
Oh dear. We are concerned by this one. Nothing rash. Chill. Goosfraba.
I adore the distancing effect of your royal “we.”
That is all.
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