BY: Hugo Placer
stiff, solid, frozen
i stare at the roof, but it doesn’t stare back. instead
it watches as
he wanders into my sphere:
an ephemeral beast locking onto my beady eyes
stealing my stare.
i gaze at his ommatidia
he sees and sees and sees
an ichor dripping,
dripping, onto my
stare.
I can feel
a myriad of palpi pressing against this
frozen face of mine.
such a vile handsome,
such a delicate poison,
such a disgusting concoction of madness!
his fantastic fury stuns
bright colors spin and twinkle
blinding my tainted
stare
the vermin oozes
onto
my
chest,
crushing the branches of my breath,
a pressure throbbing under beautiful afflictions.
my stare
condenses into one of fury,
now bitter wishing for the
peaceful rays of
dawn.