Loneliness weeps and grows like a fungus
in toes and fingernails, with cascading webs of cryptic silence
It shudders like hurricanes,
a mirrored tattoo of wild breaths,
Yellow you may say—
It clasps inside my knee joint
I am born again, inside the pain of lone nights
with a silent bat hovering my windowsill
and my half lit cigarette, peek a boo.
These are stages of disintegration,
body biting body
skulls digesting mucus.
Thousands of pools of madness
Loneliness is a silent killer.
Iron tongues. Levitating.
Circles residing in the swamps of squares,