i came out of this broken wheel
living stillness and quiet flesh
all turn brittle by sunrise
break off in uneven mixtures of dead and not quite dead
disgusting off white filth
mother dust gathers to her breast
my ears my eyes everything that makes me alive
fluids gather up in sickly polluted rivers
so quickly dam them if you can
dark red and bright white in candy stripes
scented dreams, flawless patterns
across the water's surface
sunlight soon lets details become dead tastes
crafted in response to cries tucked between pages from a dead tree
stained and worn with aspiring footsteps
