Interlude III

by Cassandra Troyan   why can’t we shake these skin leashes dragging they cling behind. Keep traipsing around until they rip free or tangle indefinitely. Release only by proverbial crack and a beak sliver shrieks through. Look how we are born crucified resurrected all the same. This is our flesh now we made it so cum to blood sweat ash. WE INITIATE THE DEATHLIGHT When draft of a shadow arrives, make no motion as it snuffs itself out. Dissipates to vanish into ourselves relies on eventually there must be drought: pools will drink themselves lapping up the dredges slurps of […]