Sublimation

 

Sublimation

 

A thing enters.

A focus of shadow

A terror of empty

Filling the room.

It asks nothing,

Demanding your essence.

The roaring silence commands,

Drains,

Freezes,

Takes.

Color gone flat,

Wails from a distance

Promise no return,

To what was.

Air is acid,

And bile,

A weight not to be borne.

You cannot not see the thing reaching,

Yet understanding that it does.

Why do you know it smiles?

A putrid whisper invades,

Securing horror

Promising poison

And glee.

A murmuration surrounds,

Coalesces

Crushes,

Conceives.

A thing enters.

What are you now?

How can you walk in daylight again?

Even the moon pains you

While the stars scream overhead.

What bliss is this agony…

 

Cliff Lake 3/25/2023

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