Dark and gaping
The inky black
Not even the Sun can light up what should be perfect cerulean
Waves ruthlessly crash against rock
Their monstrous teeth barely piercing each magnificent crest
They show no mercy
Even to you, sweet thing
Pebbles tumble at the tips of your callused toes
Knees are rusty pipes
Eyes are boulders
Hair is wet yarn
Throat is a fluffy towel, fresh out of the dryer
Look up
To the other side, sweet thing
Green reaching up to lazy cream swirls
Buttery light in rays as sharp as knives
Cutting through thick hot air
And sending the world alight
Jump
To the other side, sweet thing
Moments from those beautiful leaves
See them
At the other side, sweet thing
Their forest veins, their soft wings licked with acid limes
And you fall
Into the dark and gaping abyss
And your screams are soaked up like knowledge by those violent crests
And those monstrous teeth
They show no mercy
Even to you, sweet thing
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The Ghost of an Echo: A Mad Collection of Mad Poet Poetry
PoetryAn absolutely MAD Collection of Poetry by yours truly. Spiral into outer space and ride rollercoasters of mayhem and wonder. Anxiety is real. It's time we talk about it. New poems every week! #1 in whimsy #4 in fantastical
