Storm circling inner ear as equilibrium
strike shifts to the right.
Razor’s edge rivals the cut of chaos along
the jawline,
spilling dream verse held captive in the root
clutch of greedy teeth.
Domino effect of chills collapse vertebrae in
concertina bellow,
breathing a low register whistle exhaled in
the windpipe,
punctured by blue fingernails hunting the
hollow tapping
of deathwatch beetles burrowed beneath the
swallowed tongue.
Hips click loose sockets as knees crack in
twig fracturing.
The splaying of rigid toes and frost-burnt
heels in middle March mud,
finding footing in the puddled decay of flesh
and veins,
as awkward feet slowly advance in death shift
hobble and slide to uneven pavement.
A stagnant well infects the minds of
neighbors paying no thoughts
to the rotting corpse lapsed in life as it
builds routine movements from hateful judgments,
a machine of their combined ignorance with
dead eye follow rapidly circling and consuming the halos of open-thinking youth.
They once danced in raw bones, screaming
flames of passion for life and the people within it,
uninhibited minds and hearts, sought out by
fearful villagers,
the torment they built of their own fears
clasped in their hands,
as they holler for His hunger to be sated by the sacrificing of
their free spirits.
E.A. O'Connell
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