Skinned

Nighthorn, visceral, low

Resonant, dripping, dripping angelic

My worries flatlined into floor vents

I pulsed picturesque, waiting,

Waiting for some time, hopeful,

Melancholic, a drifter surrounded by purpose

Propped into the light

Some vestigial impulse

Surviving in me.

Sep 2020

Scales

Drawing Breath