Eidos, 2019; T.H. Kainaros

Eidos, 2019; T.H. Kainaros

rumination;

the body rots

from this clarity of thought

death illuminates the dream

my face is not my face anymore

i am beyond

face

T|U|O|B|A 

face!

inside the eyes,

a cave of secrets

where i rest on my throne

they see a decaying demon;

my protective shell

hiding

the alien

and not hiding her well

she drowned to get here

she is becoming one with the 

d

e

p

t

h

s

where the blind fish grow

hers is the emanating g l o w you’ll sense when you make it this far

hers is the brightest light

in the darkest night

she >dims<

until

she 

trusts

you may never see her directly

but you will know she is there

with you

always 

<withyou/>

she is you

thethoughtsthebodyrotthethoughtsthebodyrotthethoughtsthebodyrotthethoughtsthebodyrottherottherottherottherottinggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

i am back from death—

alive,

and 

still dying

choking on the water 

s

w

a

l

l

o

w

e

d

WHOLE

please let me go

i’ll come for you next time