The Collector

blood bound no longer, escaping cracked skull. vomitous exit. flee disembodied evaporation fall to concrete, shattering in waves. shining coloured orbs reflected image mini atom bombs. descending, rolling glass fragments explode blue, white, gold, pink, orange spiral through storm drains, liquefied, as rain. slow motion stumble, reach, for pieces. squinted eyes searching. sliced skin, sharp edges washed and dyed ink red. whowhatwhenwherewhy doesn’t matter, lost my marbles.