Wave.

Beef.

Horizon.

Carbon.

I clench my fists.
Warming what is left of me.

Like a rusty old iron gate. I wither.
Slowly away.

Standing strong,
reacting inside.

The glow of decay.

My own metal.
Spent.

You and Me.

I know you are talking. You always talk.

I'm listening... here.

Wait.

Rigid.

Through me.
In me, and beyond me.
Unravel, unravel it all.
Build a scaffold.

Distance.

Wasps in November

Go now, if only for a minute.
Lurking, teasing,
rolling over inside.
Static.

Hot white feelings of dread seep through.
Time is nothing.

Time is now.
Track lines running through my insides,
dragging up dreams.
Warmth.

Time is then.
Parallel entities, entirely winding.

Time.
Leaves fall.
You're not meant to be here.

Untitled.

Post came too late.
Strike me down in the dark.

The Past.

Please feel free to browse

Duck.

Pitty.

Hence why we fall, to learn to get back up again.
To only get knocked back down once more.

Just a slice.

At Peace.

Heritage.