Friday, August 1, 2014

When the Sky...

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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