i can’t tell
if it is lightning
or planes circling
occasionally breaking
the purple infused
electric periwinkle
splotched expanse
simmering semisickly
just outside my cage

my head hurts from
clenching my jaw
but i cannot tell
i am doing it until
it is already too late
which lines up with
basically fucking
everything about life

when it is cold and dark
i pretend we are not
just bacteria growing
on god’s detached retina
while lightning flashes
neurons erupting in
plasmatic disarray only
to ground out in this
stagnancy of ocular jelly
and somewhere she flies
a technicolored phoenix
soaring on prismatic wings
to remind me to please
stop clenching fucking my jaw