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Read, Rot, and Assimilate

Another overly long poem defining myself as nothing.

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art by Brittany Markert This is sort of two poems haphazardly slapped together, but both of them seem to deal with childhood in one way or another, I think. I can’t really determine where one ends and the other begins, it all got jumbled up and edited and shuffled around with no real direction in mind other than trying to structure it in a way that makes some sort of sense. Obviously, I failed at that. But I have to move on. I wish I could sleep for months. Birthed Wrong Magnifer clicks on the shameful spotlight Atom bomb falling out Awkwardly from my unrecognizable picture frame While I try and fail to sleep Hooks distending my smile Land on the floor with a screeching series of cracks  Carrying little bits of my bloodied gums Singing sweet songs of Crushing indifference Series of black and white exposures  Bleeds into little voids Pockmarked in my skull  Unwanted ugly past unfolds; L-shaped school desk Reforms with grease-paint and spoiled acrylic, Shifting, murky visa...
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Once more I realize, it never ends.

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  Useless Lament  Insomniac fit on a bed of dead insects  Fuzzy, interlocked alien bodies  Smashed and discolored  From the apex of my nightly fall, All curld up bugs resemble  Tear-stained, runny mascara blotches  You left on matted faux-fur  An abused stuffed animal held close to shattering ribs  Once my gift to you Now battered and stitched back up As a pitiful vessel for our radical, sudden division For punishing weeping  For cries out to neglecting mothers, I’ll never be able to forget.  Each fabric a volatile remainder Unnerving events of your frail grip on me  Wilfully waning  And the blackened avalanche of your words In the eternal process of burying my mind In a targeted collapse of my sense of self  And in my resulting frozen, directionless devotion  Undying  And painfully futile. You can never know, You simply wouldn’t allow yourself Anyway. You left me In that black-mold populated flat My corpse ...
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Shattering Descent: A Stream of Consciousness Collaboration

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  Art by @scorpioblxck Shattering Descent Air raid lullabies Peal through black concrete imprisonment  Bringing forth hanged body bags  Framed in barbed wire Swaying like dancing scarecrows  Above the exhumed husks Of the four pale horses Puddling in rising gray mud  Lumps of gyrating fleshy dreams Flooding inverted hourglass  Pulled in and chased  Naked and wounded Gallows-dangling feet bleeding down Titled, inverted, nonsensical streets of broken scissors And sticky, wet ribbons of used gauze  Unfolds forth the lonely descent Coloreless, pockmarked with suctioned voids Covering the lightless Earth The patterned lies weave in and out Blazing emptiness, Lost in annihilating catacombs  Populated with wingless, defiled angels Putrescent fluids flow down carrion hills  Translucent veiny deities Deliver crackling, rancid kisses Brittle and incinerating  To all flashing open sores  Connecting all of o...
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