Psychosis carried in the gales,
for I am surely windblown,
windward from my own psyche,
where boundaries of reality have eroded.
With concealed hands,
a nonvisual hallucination caresses
the encasement of my soul,
provoking verbal responses.
Nothingness which wreathes around me,
a curve in a state of nonexistence
meandering around my body.
The compass of my soul spins.
Following the scent of nothing,
I steer into my own deception –
into an opaque fog,
distorting my perception.
Blind to this lightless entity –
blind itself to me.
I can now see the unknown,
camouflaged into what I hallucinate.
This piece turns so well…
Word selection totally opens
up the experience…
Righteous darkness…
Inspiring to me…
I am writing a story
about a group of poets
who commit group
suicide…
Was gonna be three
ladies, who learn
one of them dying…
Inspired by Eerie…
But then I decided
I would need more
bodies to qualify
for:
Group suicide.
Hahaha.
I started the
story in first
person narrative
but I am thinking
of pulling out
of that and going
into omniscient,
if that’s even possible…
🙂
Nicely done Daniel…