none of this is happening.
Eyes clamp shut,
but the infection spreads
through a tight mouth
and crawls down the throat.
With teeth set to bone,
a thousand complications
bubble underneath
gentle anxious skin.
Head down and blooming,
dark inertia slinks
and blurs the lines
between fear and reality.
Posted May 2, 2017, 5:43 PM UTC
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This is one of those cases where, although there is concrete imagery and a fairly consistently register, the actual narrative just slips out here. I honestly don't know what this is about, and I think its not just me in this case. At the very least (even if other people can pick up more closely on what you're saying) I think the piece is vague or unfinished.
What do you want it to say?