Remember

There was a plane that targeted,

there were birds that flew.

Tightly smothered suffocation

liquid pulse unto

a mind at comfort swelling though

with prying, dry stung eyes.

Around a corner out of warmth

gelatenous mucus, ties

A cold wet light harshing on, it’s ripped

you cord from stem.

Amazing wonders what awaits what could

soon begin it all unfolds from here I’m told is

when it’s getting good so tighten, fasten,

lighten up you’re here you’re dead you’re

fucked