When the sky was a toxic wasteland
of biohazardous hues and carcinogenic clouds glowing ember red…
Cosmic dust
rained warm pyrotechnic ash, freckling skin in a pox of extinguished dreams and
catastrophic hopes…
Thrust from
the cusp of true existence, it was then, freshwater veins flooded ecospheric
skulls…
Appetites
hungry for the everything, the all, subsisting on raw violet light penetrating
occupied thoughts…
Cerebrospinal
fluid bathing minds, in a breeding ground of afterlife, in the taste of blood
running cranial stalactite formations…
Mysteries
whispered and inscribed as a kiss atop the ridges of pink tissue where every
inhalation forced it deeper into amnesia rich cells…
Pre-existance
ricocheting rubber, cotton swaddling soul boundaries, as amniotic aspirations
made mortal our lungs…
E.A. O'Connell
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