JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE WORST

so i fell. and what became of me is life…. all at once and forever.
i lost sleep. then i found it bound in twilight and evening like an afterglow
of a silent scream. or the shadow of black glitter on a pad of butter
resting on a glass scone.
my descent was pure genius. i flew as i surrendered to new depths of departure.
i saw every wound as a coin.
i threw nails at a cabbage patch….
i left my wings
in my sunshine
and never came back.