Tunnel Vision

An empty glass sits stagnant
on the sill, memory fading
with each new rise

I don’t expect a return
on my investment
(It’s all based on risk)

(What is that?) I hear a clamor &
the Earth keening
shatters all my windows
like hammers

Let the night pour in
Join in/ from the inside

A tealight finds an appropriate fit
Wax melts into my palms
Blood red
and wet.


[Authors Note: I do not recommend watching the movie Midsommar at 2 AM.)


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