Glassy Detachment

Today the window was circular. Circular and eternal.
Outside, strangers shuffled their preoccupations,
from one hand into the other, exchanging keys, for a handle,
then to turn on a radio, loosening the sounds in their skulls.

Knees pressed against a window ledge, I stared.
Hoping for a connection, a small spark of similarity -
but their masks, deprived of oxygen, cared nothing for my pain
and their breaks, kneeled, scattered among apple cores, distant.

It was cold. The window fogged with my breath, then cleared.
dead air settled into my brain like syringes injecting cogealed liquid.
my paperweight head sunk into an iced windowpane, braced against coldness
leisurely dying with the thoughts returning from sanity, ablaze.

Shaking in its splintered casing, the window bargained with the outside
panes of glass spat stories of my dreams sinning with Reaper
As I, barricaded inside my mirrored skull, watched passively
as he, threaded in glittering blackness, attempted to devour my silicone skin.


Hands, my hands were crawling with ants
they followed the causeways of my veins
I could feel my blood burning as the burrowed;
up my arms to settle in the hallows of my elbows,
like the way a lovers lips would feel after a confession.

The skin of my forehead was heaving with spiders
they ate through my hardened skull and dumped eggs
foreign scuttling stirred my thoughts from its silence
I tried to shake the spiders out through my ears,
but they burst through my eyes, blinding me.

The abdomens of mothers was pregnant with wasps
concentrated buzzing wrapped around tiny limbs
skin rippled as wings brushed against pulsating nerves
the wasps stung along segmented breaks of umbilical cord
depositing iron spikes into the cheeks of a bleeding foetus.

Termites danced along flakes of rain soaked bark
crawling horizontally across lengths of dead limbs
swarms of blackness moved in and around shredded leaves
eating their way through foundations of roots,
they tunnelled; towards the navy stained sky.