scathed, it will pass and evaporate like the hover and blink of endless nights.

the moment missed,

dismissed as time blankets the thick of brine in 

double nostril sigh,

choke...don't choke,

i'll gently pull the lever of layers

and peel away the cloaked pressure of

black. black like the minds of so many lives in denial,

table scraps for the monster and its alien claws toughen,

molars harden, eyes darkened,

grows and grows and grows and.

you think I will allow it.

too locked away from light to peel the lids open and meet the eyes 

of dreams. brush of skin against that lightest of feather chamber, 

opening dainty and gulping air like grass. it transfers and lingers

like years of clumped salt and dirty grains. mouthful. mouth full

of torn pockets of exploit. teeth clenched tight around the gnarled, 

decrepit fingers of beat. deadbeat smiles. 

slow rain like soft rockets of discontent. nervous shifting,

sheetless mattress. 

it's ok to sink a little, deep.

vapid and colorless. melted sands of grime and shit like mudsockets,

but keep your fingers stretched high

and wait for that moment the twine wraps tight.

on the other side,

there are no rainbow goblins. 

golden smears of sticky sustenance,

honey windchimes.

the repletion of fall's lullabies stapled into your joints,

droplets sucked up the strings of leafveins until the void is echoing once more,

and the abyss is quite suddenly 

lacking a certain lifelessness.