melt away in forty-eight and a half

the rain thunders on denny the good neighbor’s zinc shed roof and galaxy 500 bleeds from the tinny speaker in the corner…i want to melt away. he looks out the window and at the deep moss of his parking space and imagines himself kneeling naked there, feeling the sting of fat drops (velocity: terminal) on skin already failing the test, white, cold, so cold, thermodynamics pulling the heat of the blood up, up and away above a body vein-mapped, borders bleeding to blue ocean.

the body sags inward, melting in on itself as the heat that sustained it for so many years, through so many eyesmiles, so many heartpangs, so many sighs, pleasure, pain, is transferred, and it all weathers until the invisible bonds that hold everything disintegrate, crumpling, crumbling, and one’s knowledge of all is released as it was and always will be, bondsbroken, and the sky merciless and cleansing.

as it always will be

Last updated October 28, 2016