the red sun is here/it begs you to retract into your flesh/you’re about to connect with this lands core/clotting on this desolate plane/it molds everything to fit its hollow design/in this turbid structure/everything one doesn’t want to perceive/must not bear this weight/though the empty ones are lost on its touch/lighting flames desperate for warmth/blindly tracing to power it reclaims/are you worthy?/it seems like you are just the few/are you the hungry one?/leeching onto the moss that ate the decay/you’re nowhere near the masterpiece it wants to bend/triangulation is the mainframe/ and its code is disfigured before these bones/don’t listen to its vibrating lies/as sweet as it deadly/pulsating and bleeding/right before your eyes/and just one thing before I leave/I hope these words reach you/before it’s too far late.
Notes:
It is a desolate ghost town. In the awakening of dawn, nothing but silence — as the most brightest star makes path. But it’s only when twilight approaches and the raining of ash begins.
Does the white eyed souls appear — empty ones some call them. Now tied to this endless purgatory. Each one holding a lit candle in hand. Standing on the moss bitten streets under curved triangular buildings.
The low humming of an omnipresent beating heart, can be heard from pulsing entangled wires. The town is its home and the houses are derived from bones.
It is foretold, that it simply appeared one day. As it gurgled – bled, embedding itself into the land and in time. They both became one.
Zaquira.L.C.(they/them) mostly lives in their dreams and the worlds they create in their mind. If not writing then they can be seen trying to juggle their tons of hobbies. So far their work has been published in Poetry as Promised Magazine. Music is one of their biggest inspirations and it’s seen in their attempts to learn the harp. They can be occasionally found on Twitter @BookswithZaq.