light flows
through
my collection of
scars and
shimmering
insignificances

my micron
thin membrane
fluctuates
in the morning
breeze as i
float on fitfully

an oil slicked
bubble wobbling
through a bipolar
hellscape of
stabbing thorns
and winsome smiles

extracting beauty
from my septicemia
scrawling notes
of loving intent
in this blackened
coagulation of hope