there's a hushhush
sort of silence. (i think it's asphyxiation of the mind.) the walls are decomposing with an emphatic silence and plaster is lodging in my cerebrum. (ithinkiforgottolive.) moths (blackened with soot) quiver in the stagnant air, shaking orange cinders from the fireplace onto hardwood floors. it's disintegrating under my feet (& i start to fall.fall.fall.) there's eden in my (vermilion) eyes and snakes coiled in my hair. it's pomegranates i consumed--not apples, by the way.
(oh&iforgottomention: adam is a girl.)