viral blood moon

caught-taut & lenticular

lodged in the hippocampus
mired in the slipstream
of an articulated faith

dashed

caught-taut & lenticular
in the shadow of nightmare
a gesture—superheated hands
on the throat

a child

listless in mid-air
a vise foreshadowing
the pine box
lowered underground

beneath a viral-blood moon
night claws at the dawn

What I’m Reading:

“Our bodies carry everything that has ever happened to us, the way the land carries everything of humanity.”

— Lidia Yuknavitch / “Unearthed”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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