portal

opaque paleness

anaemic wasteland

solidified

in breathless bleakness

dazed

I walk on

withered flowers

---

I can’t escape this

reticent vacuum

of inability

instability

decayed sutures

tie illusion

to perception

---

always running

against the same

walls

indistinct

on the fringe

of my porous awareness

the trembling flaps

of brittle moth wings

sanguine

---

the breach

will come abrupt

it always does

delicate veins

pulsing

in fragility

dauntless

increasing

to a raging stream

---

I close my eyes

follow

the tide

whole

unscathed

I cross

the portal

into

opaque paleness