Poetry: "Split (A Breakdown)"
In the split womb of madness, bubbling black through every pore, I feel every inch of every mistake. With feathers for eyebrows sipping in stars like milkshakes, I make visions out of bones. Scuttling human forms, birthed without light, worshipping the thick night collapsing upon itself like great waves, drowning the unformed land. Cocktails of green and white pills, paranoia coating every tear, the city, the iris of the sky holds no answers, each nurse is an assassin targeti