Worm Storm

image from nikhelbig.com


The worm the storm,
a blackened eye
i wiped the ash
I barely cried
For i arose like dawn
to death
Wakened from my peep toe head,
and how the quiet ones watch me
Whisper whisper
Go the mice
I am indeed a handsome price
A coal black heart
A throbbing sung
I use the spine
which jabs the lung

You are the Fire

image Kuschelirmel

You are the fire;
You are the storm
You are ambition
Fully formed
Like a well with water
And a river with fish
You are a sizeable dish,
A meal for a starving king
A brain that navigates
With all it's fuel
Oil
Leaking
Pissing into the veins
Sweet liquid travelling
Into
Life's poetic motions;
For we are the slim ones here;
Sliding between doors
And shades in between.

Red ebony

Chalk lane

image by Tallphill



Chalk lane
Belly cry
Teardrop storm
We try, 
For all old dreams that melt to dust
We look at warriors
one of us
Those who struggle to 
The surface
Gasp for were hungry 
For the sun
A tear drop storm
Belly cry
Chalk lane
All paper people are left behind 

Red ebony