Shadow on the Plain – Pt. 1

Retreat There’s something hidden here. Insidious, taking root in the erosion of my perception. I feel it, squirming uproariously, undulating with the cacophony of manic thoughts echoing behind heavy lids. It disrupts my sleep. Calls to me from the fringe of troubled dreams. Such visions it bestows upon me in the refuge of unconscious thought,…

Fever Dream

your bed rampant with rot turns my stomach – lightheaded nausea lopsides my steps as i stumble towards this porcelain receptacle – into it i pour all sickness disgust excrement – weight jettisons forth with astounding force – dry heaving on the stained tiling – this cool steals away the warmth from this feverish corpse…