A shade nocturnal in the midnight court.
Obsidian chains making sinister music as the procession approaches from the rear.
After issuing countless condemnations, she grows bored.
Finally, her eyes gently close as she drifts into picturesque reverie.
Tag: hunger
Blowing through my
On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.
Gluttonous Extractor
I was waiting on you
But you never came through
And I was not surprised
Because I knew
You never really cared
About meeting my needs
At all
Method of Extraction
The narrator may be unstable, however, the arc that this poem follows is actually very coherent. This is no villain monologue. There’s no justification and no blame shifting.
Just a field note from an individual with turbulence dependence
Reverse Autopoiesis
The regulator that refuses sentimentality.
It is post-illusion post-fixation, and post-drama. Here, disillusionment is in the foreground rather than structure.
All will be kept in perpetual recalibration as this cosmic force stabilizes.
