flashes of a bird wing
perches in my mouth and grows, bulges
a fire turning my lips to ash
so i cannot speak.
trudging through sands,
dunes metamorphizing by the second.
how do i speak from the heart as it churns and melts?
wax down the candle's curving hips,
clumping fat screaming, whitening
into a pile we mistake for nothing.
a body bag filled with rocks submerges, blood seeping from the pores.
light-forms dripping and dangling from above until clouds scoop them up.
the glows sadly close their lips and turn inward into shadow.
