we rode
across the midnight Volga
blindly skipping over
broken wavesin the darkness
and the pounding rain -
we saw
jack
shitthen,
the sky erupted into
snowstorm magma,
lightning burst
and
we were now
a limping lightning rod
in a
a vast and boat-less
spacethe neck-deep
swamp of quicksand
night
fell and stumbled
into pangs
of dayand all around,
the silent threads
of molten death
tangled and
untangled
onto earth:
as portals
into strange dimensions
beyond the
splintered skyand we knew,
the four of us knew -
huddled in that
wet and fragile place,
we felt the phantom
breath of that
Aztec snake
that could've
crushed us
into ashnever was a night so
beautiful,
never was the rain so
sweet.
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )