Erosion

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I refuse.

I settle.



Existence is not real.

We are all trapped inside a vessel,

flesh,

skin,

marrow,

cells.



Gun wounds.

I feel comfort.

Manic.



HA!
          HA! 
HA!



Bloody hands.

Sticky.

Crimson.

Rub it on my face.

Do you see me now?



The flood caves in.

Earthquake.

Grab my face.

Force the pill down my throat.

Close mouth.

Swallow.



Air exhales deep from my lungs.


I am


vain.


Monster.


Shame raiser.


What do you seek?

Exhaustion comforts me.

A second language.



Astral dreams.

Crueler questions.

My love that isn’t mine.



Unspoken words.

Dream realm.

Face each other.

I demand answers.



Eyes reveal everything.

Yet all I find in them is fear.


Humans unable to speak with me.

I watch them grow quiet.


Slip away.

Cloaked in the night.

We were there in the boat.

First time the veil woke me.



Panic.

Sweat.

Lost breath.



Morning rises.

Carries us into another dimension.


Astral.

Images split.

Disillusioned.

We plead for our souls.



Eyes shutter,

trying to return.

Desire brands itself

into a conversation

that needs to happen.



Alignment.

Mágica dive.

Ghosts at my fingertips.

I move closer.

Feel your touch.

Bumps underneath my skin . . . 




In the day,

I sleep.

Daydreaming.

At night,

I awaken.

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Prompt by the lovely, Jeanne Vessantra - Thank you 🖤

May all of your voices come back to you - K