do you wonder why the silence sits

coiled, expectant

hypnotic smoke

hissing like an asp, the darkness

beating ceremonial drums in your head

twisted among the jagged edges

when did you begin to question

burning shivering aching quivering

lachrymose pity falling from star pits

onto mutilated roots, bare feet

shriveled figs

nutmeg copper stone

stolen pride frozen


blades of grass billowing

the ostentatious rampant of self-proclaimed


swallowing you whole

was it beforeā€¦? Or after

the pounding withdrew

when you noticed

only ashes