Plummet(2/2)
Ashes of dust piles from
the gray above.
Black streaks climb up the sides
of crispy flowers,
melting and sizzling
like roadkill on concrete,
foaming at the mouth,
sagged eyes
and bloodied fur
in the hot Arizona sun.
A harmonious break
between real and fake.
Chattering, closer and closer
like it's right behind my shoulder
even though there's nothing there.
Scraping long and hard down the wall
cutting everything into shreds
effortlessly, so effortlessly.
Like we're
just a speck
of dust.
A presence so small
we don't matter.
Something it can crush
without a thought.
Winds sweeping me into their deception,
tossing and turning me
like a mouse in a hamster wheel,
stuck, wrong place wrong time
yet unable to escape.
Screeching, eyes bulging out
as they swarm my face,
their charred talons
blindly swiping,
picking at my skull.
Black and white.
Eerie silence.
Almost as if there
was never life
in the first place.
Complete darkness soaked through
the edges of my skin.
Dripping through,
slushy coagulation
contaminating my veins.
A sponge with
branches reaching out the sides,
destroying itself while
crystalizing paths
for another chance.
Thick crust
coating the sides of everything in sight.
Loud but quiet,
jagged but smooth,
slick, level, dull-
all of it,
unrecognizable.
It took one day for
the entire thing to flip,
spinning on half a chance.
Like a circus show,
waiting in suspense
for the final act,
to leave
on a good note.
Finally, I think of one.
One word
that engulfed me,
blinding me in its tricks.
Eyebrows rise,
fingers carefully
grasp the sides
of my pockets.
Rapid heartbeat,
goosebumps lining
the edges of my arms.
Shoes hidden
behind the seats
infront of me,
trembling.
Yes, that's the word.
They're waiting- say it, loud
and proud.
One last word.
I open my mouth--
but I can't remember it.
Lost, like a fortune cookie slip
in the wind-
fluttering away from my grasp
through the holes in my hand,
dissolving in the sky.
Gone into the endless void
just like everything else.