.sosunfreak.

Hereby I present the reason 

of my resent:

a stone in my chest

by night,

the axe through my dreams

Chop, chop, chop

cold running

s t a t i c .

I peel you off

every night

Dear abrasive skinned thoughts

You crawl back in your black velvet.

Like a baby growing in my head

you kick

hard, strong

The sky is so bright today

and you pull from my chest again

dear baby: 

don't do this again.

and in this homemade darkness

I watch the birds fly

in peace I recall the relentless gravity 

that pulls me to escape from you:

surface the sea

Hereby I stand

as the flying fish.

photo by The Pale Brook.