rotten gourds in the roots of yggdrasil, seeping into all of the realms, split and blackened

the aria sounds

i stand alone on stage, the spotlight blinds me as i look out on the empty seats in front of me

the rot swims, taints my mouth as i open it to sing, the words choke on my swollen tongue

irrelevance screams in silent dissent

do you see me, squinting in the light, all i see is white, the light at the end of this tunnel

motes of dust, mold spores, flakes of shed skin drifting on the current of nauseated nuance

it sinks into the roots

9 thoughts on “rot

    1. i’m glad to hear that. my head has gone dark this evening and it makes me wonder if the burnt offerings carry the same weight as lighter fare. the words control me some nights.


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