thoughts flake
dead skin drifting
a blizzard of
relinquished dreams
a white out on a
sunny sunday morning
standing alone in
one of the many
blind spots in
eternal happiness

an emotional
wasteland painting
the tepid skies
with crimson streaks
hiking across
the corpse of divinity
lost in bottomless
deflection pools
in a furious flurry
of regurgitated blues