Splash
While firm upon the surface
Reflected in a rippling mirror
Not floating but resting
Or a limp attempt
Growling
And turning
And humming
Until it all cuts away
And I'm blinded
Hurriedly rejecting the sun
YOU ARE READING
Thirteenth Hour
PoetryA bunch of dark poems because I need to get some thoughts out of my head
Hypnagogia II/Hypnopompia I
Splash
While firm upon the surface
Reflected in a rippling mirror
Not floating but resting
Or a limp attempt
Growling
And turning
And humming
Until it all cuts away
And I'm blinded
Hurriedly rejecting the sun