Prezarm

at the end of the night I entered the empty warehouse high walls and rows of broken glass the ceiling is a tangle of chipped tiles the rain filled the ground with puddles pigeons bats mice and cockroaches acrid smell of something abandoned the perspective of this kind of death is linear rises in the dirty floor and climbs through the wooden columns lands on the shears that support the crumbling ceiling then fix it on the wall stain the stain is pareidolia that resembles a wound torn heart and deep pain a little below a crack reveals irons and bricks building-life skeleton with sealed fate the dark of the planet is born in the cut of the solid tissue must be a phase of pain that creates the physical gap grows over time and spreads like lichen it will overlap until it forms a black block I just need to let go of this vision seek refuge from the enlightened earth a home that contains the comfort of being loved so i go back to what i am but the little part of me that smiles knows I don't even like myself anymore