A fingernail splits at the quick
The moon hemorrhages a slow elegy
God spired fingers and sweaty palms
The scent of descending Fahrenheit on silvered hair
The moon hemorrhages a slow elegy
God spired fingers and sweaty palms
The scent of descending Fahrenheit on silvered hair
I cross bones and innocence is bled
India ink across the moonlit ceiling
A pin to my pupil and you claim it land you’ve traversed
Always wanting the contents of my head
All I want to give is the marrow of my bones
India ink across the moonlit ceiling
A pin to my pupil and you claim it land you’ve traversed
Always wanting the contents of my head
All I want to give is the marrow of my bones
It’s awoken
Some would call it a hunger, others mislabel it a thirst
It’s a premature birth
It’s winter cicada nightcrawl from earthen tombs to lichened oak
Stillborn and stillbreath
Ghosts of a bygone permafrost
Cloven steps snapped grass, splintering bare feet that cast cries swallowed by the wind
Some would call it a hunger, others mislabel it a thirst
It’s a premature birth
It’s winter cicada nightcrawl from earthen tombs to lichened oak
Stillborn and stillbreath
Ghosts of a bygone permafrost
Cloven steps snapped grass, splintering bare feet that cast cries swallowed by the wind
Absence of your wild from my tongue is catastrophic
I hear the void of language in the hollow floorboards
Skeletal remains, buried dementia, a life: vibrate
Crawl spaces to cry
Of a wicked loss, the bloodless beats, building rhythm
Every sin I've loved committing
I hear the void of language in the hollow floorboards
Skeletal remains, buried dementia, a life: vibrate
Crawl spaces to cry
Of a wicked loss, the bloodless beats, building rhythm
Every sin I've loved committing
I can’t sleep past 3:00am
They come and hover
They want and I need
Death beetles crawl names, Corvids carry souls, but where the bloody hell are you?
They come and hover
They want and I need
Death beetles crawl names, Corvids carry souls, but where the bloody hell are you?
The dawn starts gray and grows anew
Cashmere, wool, angora winds and sails that cast me headfirst back into their world
Hours travel as a small hand spinning a globe
Fast, faster: the rotational rail against marble and brain cells
I steady the Earth’s breaths and count her laugh lines
Cashmere, wool, angora winds and sails that cast me headfirst back into their world
Hours travel as a small hand spinning a globe
Fast, faster: the rotational rail against marble and brain cells
I steady the Earth’s breaths and count her laugh lines
Dusk captivates as I drive
Fire bellied storms navigate towards cremains in western cypress winds
It all boils down to a bottle, a joint, and a hand that keeps me from hitting the ground
I love you for all my failures, for all I’ve yet to unleash, I love you subsequently, and for our slaughterhouse resurrected
Fire bellied storms navigate towards cremains in western cypress winds
It all boils down to a bottle, a joint, and a hand that keeps me from hitting the ground
I love you for all my failures, for all I’ve yet to unleash, I love you subsequently, and for our slaughterhouse resurrected
It’s only blood, we can wash it away
It’s just the colors that press my brain when I feel your words
A hammer to stems and petals, a stain, a water ring that set fire burns
And they play circular games
It’s just the colors that press my brain when I feel your words
A hammer to stems and petals, a stain, a water ring that set fire burns
And they play circular games
I like endless highways, stretches and bends
To lead me directionless to an answer, an incantation
Cliffside speed and signage that reads, road ends in 100 feet
To lead me directionless to an answer, an incantation
Cliffside speed and signage that reads, road ends in 100 feet
E.A. O'Connell
