In the quiet meadows, where the sea-sick fields weave under a shrouded night sky

I sit in itchy grass

I snap a neck

fall

clumped cherry blossom on trees indifferent to cotton candy that i threw away the moon brutally shining in the night above the place of aggression violence and scrutiny the moon inspecting the table, laying out a spotlight on the mirrored reflection perusing my eyes which only see darkness the night opened up, like the chasm gaping away on my inside. i ts found in cavities. in unknown spots of the brain. the fogginess. the uncertainty of my soul caressing and escaping my body. always feeling lifted like something dragging me out. the need to tear at myself away just to fill sheets of sweet verses with my blood- coarsing through my body. coarsing through my mind. i look into the deepest chasms every day and when i close my eyes its not any different. every day when i'm alone i have the possibly most scrutinised look of emptiness on my face. // its not dissimlar to black cavities opening up in teeth - in minds. the need to poison yourself with the blackest substances. the night has opened up and taken me into the deepest black hole unseen it persists through light it lingers in the dark