Sunday, August 6, 2017

cthonic

nightmares into waking hours seep
the heavens painted in blood and black
against my better judgement I leap
into the cthonic, ink stained day
pools of broken sky at my feet
and the patter on my fabric shelter
belts a steady beat at pace 
with breaking heart and 
breaking heat to cool
the sticky stifle of a rancid day

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