decompression
my self imposedsolitudesitting crisscrossapplesauce inthe stagnant siltstale air in thebrass diving bellslowly contortingunder the intensepressure shiftingporous ivory bonesto diamond shatterwanly reflectingthe dying lightin hazel abandonment hank tells me thati shouldn’t trysylvia points acrooked finger tothe escape exitand i am frozen herethe black spotsdance as every cellscreams for the cool aira million miles abovethese sanguinisticsheets of […]