eye-poke

[wylde]

.

i spoke in a closing circle
the noose chaffing my opening mind
blood of eye and churn of bone
gnawing out
fouled flesh fetid life
resonating in the hollow despair
of the razored curtains drawing
their muted slices
in charades
of dispensing toxic care

i spoke in a closing circle
as the orchids bent their drooping necks
in diffidence
while the mantis ate her prey.
i spoke in a closing circle
with nothing left
to say

.

[saw]

words won't be enough it seems

[wylde]

words won't be enough it seems

whisperscreaming silence is solace
under the svelte monsters in my
head beneath my bed.
usually.

thanks for the read.