be still
8.09.2016
be still. night sky
slow, soft, sure in its ink dark,
stars winking out to swallow me
whole.
the tall grasses
sway in wind movement nonexistent,
moaning roar from water-cars
crashing.
the corpse flower
wafts pungent in the silky air,
catching my nose, my mouth, like
vomit.
and you are there.
black hole eyes staring
endless, palms outstretched.
disappear.
Advertisements
2.11.2018 at 9:37:00
Yeah, I do appreciate the struggle detailed in blocking out your senses from all the things you witness to hear and smell. It can be pretty overwhelming.
LikeLike