it bores into you with a single murky eye. But you do not see.
Out, thumps my heart. Out!
a vignette about two spies.
His eyes flutter open, colours spangled across his irises like stars in the night.
Constricting and intense. She shuffled between my arms.
a palindrome(mirror) poem
Where is she? They were now whispering all around. Where is she?
So the muse sat down with the cynic, and they began to talk.
he looked at him and he said: “man.”
down down down down.
Rather unsettling. This was a fractured dream, where…