432Hz
Perhaps they should
play it through the speakers
of prisons,
to rest the restless
and tame the demons.
I listen close
as microfiber worms
dance beneath my skull.
i feel a deep reassurance
that I am not the only
existance between these walls.
My lungs awaken
as the universe inside of me
massages my pain.
The highs and lows
of the keys
release doves throughout my veins.
At first listen,
overwhelmed i become
as my roars translate to yawns.
My pillow catches my deepened breaths
as the breeze holds me
through Starlit dawn.
dancing with the lions
In a hallway of frozen clocks
whispers of softened nightmares
drape from the charcoal-grey lockers.
Wrapped in absurd callings,
I warn my legs to strengthen
as my throat begins to scratch.
A pile of manes and sabortooth scraps
swept into the tiled corner
of the second floor.
I prepare and dive
into the mouth of a lion
to see what it’s like
to survive on stampedes
of broken bones and
voices that never stood a chance.
through the woods
I am a fiery orange orb
centered and contrasted amoungst
various shades of deep green ferns.
Facing forward
I channel my energy
to ignite the path
through the crowded pines.
The rays of Sun
shy behind the misted dusk skies.
I hover my way
into your cracked palms
to replenish
the dried up blood
that spilled out
while searching for me
through the woods.
Grizzly Static
Stomp on your fingers
I will, dare me.
I strolled through a thick
film of fog
that drained me of myself.
I sniffed out your lurk
once my skin
was covered in slime
and specks of ash.
How pathetic of you
to control the minds
of innocence.
How pathetic of you
to drain the tears
of the ones you love.
Drag them out
of your cave
like a hungry midnight blackbear,
toss them over the cliff
into a pile of limbs and torsos.
Your mind is one lane
down a road full of reapers.
A dead end
of nothingness
where you lay your head
after a long day of desperate control.