Purgatory

In a world which I birthed at the back of my brain it is neither night nor day beginnings and endings blended in a perpetual purgatory of purple citrus sky simultaneously sunrise and twilight no twinkling stars upon which to waste wishes and the sea I have never seen is still and as smooth as crystal There are no reminders of music black birds soaring above sing no songs Corpses crawl along sidewalks strewn with funeral flowers clouds of incense disguising the scent of decay desiccated flesh falling away from bone in the acrid air until they are but skeletons held together by sinew digging their bony digits into the cracks in the concrete leaving white lines like a child drawing with chalk collapsing with a clatter into disarticulated heaps dissolving into dust whisked away by the west wind Revenants of discarded dreams once my dearest, faithful friends I was forced to finally strangle in self defense due to their intransigence.