Beyond

In the place within the place, machinery punctuates the cimmerian countenance of commodious fog.

Crawling, head cast downwards in paltry space, liquid seeping from crimson pores, coincidental direction finds the crack in the wall.

An intricate landscape lies beyond the place; cheerless and cruel, engulfed in sorrow and reverence, still the violation of machinery.

Yet the country is permeated, discarded clumps of hair and teeth a consequence of carriage to the calculated direction of the subsequent crack,  buoyancy’s emblem.

The country is permeated, nails and eyelids peeling from their candidates.

In captivity’s embrace, outside the place within the place, the charlatan and the conqueror are punctuated by consummate machinery, and cover their eyes with what remains of their hands.

Advertisements

About Anna

Author of the Insanity Aquarium. Current fears include time as a concept, the squishiness of my right eyeball, and not being able to open this jar.
This entry was posted in Darkness and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s