Tag: tanka

summer bodies flirting with the cool light of dawn

a frail hand reaches out to make a pact with the void

where the abyss meets the light a place for displaced feelings

you feel the summertime burn the madness inspire

palpitating pressure builds ready to explode and free itself from this prison of flesh

a no refund policy on the resident grey matter inside

we each pay a portion of our souls for the right to exist

before dawn making sense of ghastly scribbles on the wall

the saunter of pale flesh down stairs of iridescent lights

in the flicker of red blue blinkers the gecko’s tail spasms