Words of a world, strange though wonderful.


Flakes of glass snow into my lungs,

a hint of liquor… in ruined soundlessness.

There may be rationality beyond a dammed flow of reason.


Shards of rain… shower into my eyes… shattering.

Bloody tearcicles slither beneath these eyelids.

Oh the aurora snow and I are so destructive.


Hail sheared my face in the storming, insanity strikes,

lacerating my fleshy coat…

“Here I am!”