12/100

Hallucinating more and more

I smell you in my clothes

I hear your voice through the dark

Knowing you’re not there

through the empty streets

tentacles of mist  longingly reach,

take a piece of what doesn’t belong

in a place that has none

a place remembering nothing

beyond where it has been trespassed 

dedicating our lives to intrusion

if only to fall to memory

if only for a short while

and I ask, what was this catharsis

with such a heavy price?

& never seems to carry release 

like drawing lots in some
future i'm willing to live in
Look out upon this barren desert;
nothing is ever enough.

11/100

Spun from an echo

in the renderings

some dormant Valkyrie

reigns the perceptible

in the same balks

an ejection that casts

everything to equilibrium.

Feeling the same vacancy

Habitually, incessantly

Annealing anything

Into the whimpers of loss

That Tasted conquest

Only to be forgotten and retroactively revived

but that is not the same;

as the frost has little effect

on that which has evacuated into memory

recollecting refractions of the truth

but none so eloquent enough

to engineer any future

where everything pales to justification

no matter how artificial

I feel you in the depths of my water