Written Oct 30th

We Will Freeze In Your Solitude


Frost spreads up the outer rim of the wooden cracked window sill
As the Gregale wind howls past, carrying with it, the weight of the world.
Dried bodies stand in paralysis, frozen on the pavement outside.
Twelve fisherman hunt on a one fish pond
frantically casting their lure, desperation evident in their eyes.


His body heats like a furnace 
Ravaged by the flame of his impotence.
The hour hand revolves tortuously, intolerably slow
around the face of the ancient clock.
Each second passes at the turn of a century.
His body deteriorates, shedding skin like a serpent.
The dust particles float above his chair and around his chair,
eluminated by a single concentrated sun beam.


His emaciated body devours itself, self imposed cannibalism.
Below his hopeless eyes, his bedraggled chin, protruding clavicle, and cratered chest,
his stomach churns and screams, insatiably hungry.
With each tick, the cravings are worsened


Tick...tick...tick...tick


Excruciating hunger mutes his ears, blinds his eyes
And in the chaos, the singular image of olive skin devours his mind.


Tick...tick...tick...tick