...lay in my bones...

Will I,
Will
soul flung
   in shattered windshield
      fallen star glass
{glow glints}
         -amber sunfall, stoplight red-
rippled wind force pressure
   cool on pooling warmth of blood
      exit wound flesh
{slipping cheek}
candle wax length of tears
         -skeletal lines of forearms, wrists ^ life length of crimson
          cupped in fruitful {more the less} palms-
head dizzy sick intoxication {oxygen deprivation}
spun thoughts in webs of distancing arms in reach
         -nothing takes, no one wakes-
Chest slow hemorrhaging bruising birth of galaxies
         -unknown, unseen life language-
{crowded waning pulse point bass}
Will I,
Will
          Through
Will I,
Will
          You
                                          Ghost of my words

 

E.A. O'Connell