ultrasound pinnacles

lost in the ultrasound pinnacles
those monochromatic ridges
striations of organic skronk

get away with your revelatory awe
slide down those valleys of cancerous scree
& talus fields of metastasis

let us palliate the darkness
festoon it with fairy lights
this is monstrous lustrous

insides should be kept in
darkness

What I’m Reading:

“She can hear and read every single word, but her lips won’t crack open to emit sound. Like a shadow bereft of physical form, like the hollow interior of a dead tree, like that dark blank interstitial space between one meteor and another, it is a bitter, thin silence.”

— Han Kang / “The Middle Voice”