Darklight Nightmare

Flotilla face on the yardarm angles me grace in deliquescence. Crill face sanguinary acts without the bliss and bloom. 

Wreck me a fantastic drool spanner in deep blue space. Deep sea snow is dying whales and jellies as bottom feeder regalia rejoices. 

I see these letters pooling and drifting down to the depths where translucent fangs await glinting in darklight. 

A tenacious cold envelops their trajectories toward impalement. Impatient teeth. 

Impenetrable meaning impossibly inert in the void.

What I’m Reading:

There is snow on Vesuvius
And the barometer has dropped to one.
Winter again and Spring suspended
On metaphors and appetites.

— Nancy Ryan / “Poem”