Insentient blisters in my eyes dilating agony 

To matter and art I vow black veils of crushed pain

Breathing

Weaving 

Placing my underskin on a pile of caterpillar game in nights of comics and short stories

This is a mote of someone else's memory and I'm haunted with mixed feelings of apathy which I try to accept

My haunted serenity playing someone's else's memories

I will grunge your thoughts of blistered  beauty 

In your brain cells my toe nails painted with German literature 

Just like Heidegger's and Hussler's beliefs of death

I died together

And epitome of ire is devour to time

Enough rope hanging with a plot
Dripping ice tickles on my retinas fragments
Rope like a disembodiment of the road end
With lemons and poms grenade weeded tree roots
In my cloud enough rope

Animals n tigers
Sonnets with sirens
City plunked in mud
Reaching roads of pirates

To vortex
To surface
To latex
In violets

Oak tree leaf
Sittin on a reef
Catching sunrays
Intruding a belief

Maple tree trunk
Elucidating toe shrunk
Hiving herbs
Imagining plunk

Of  adornment of a salty rock
In a sea of mighty fishin spot

No satire in a dull moment
Wisdom trooping torment
Along her hair water is insentient
To plead a starlight adornment

Neglige of truth drop
Mimic of a cliche plot
Infusion is the only part of doom
Where self pours into the spot

Of multicoloured feathers
Only one predates  

Sea Salt by Michaela Draca - Powell's Books

Sea Salt by Michaela Draca - Powell's Books

My flesh is deviating from sunrise to deep pit of self sorrow
Illuminating last victory of youth suffocation
With raspberries
With strawberries
With figs
With intimate devotion to epitome

Dark spots on my wrists
Nothing has rebirthed in metamorphosing eye sight
What a gift is a tribulation to pain

I jump
I dive
I kick
I will smile

Entity of soul kernels