On earth the ceiling cries; 

December 2025 (♑︎)

Lost in a cave where its ceiling cries ,where teardrops fall off/from the ceiling

i break glow sticks like the joints of barbie dolls

broken plastic chemicals illuminate the distance

now i can outline my shadow with chalk in a ~the artist was here~ way

when the search party finds me i will be sqeezing my limbs

i will be checking my pulse

i will be tuned into the fact that the universe has an ongoing/engaging podcast

my ancestor whispers its frequency

listening is always an intermission

~intermission~

misunderstood blessings

suck it from me like an endoscopy procedure

Chain linked anchor harboring weight, . I stay put on this earth as a grounding ritual
My sadness

Lingering net, careful to not transpose upon like a shadow

Quiet girl, transient .& I cant seem to catch it seem to get ahold

No matter what direction i face, light finds me holding hands with stuttered thoughts

And its capacity is a window

Sadness has a face

And its guts dance mirrored as a lava lamp warming up

theres always an audience watching mesmerized

with my eyes i follow its cord

in the cave i follow it’s darkness

once my eyes settle within the brisk nothing

you start to see how it glows once illuminatedf 

Its digestive system, how blood and gravity keeps it willing and as interesting

with my eyes i follow its cord

night vision as a curse. misunderstood blessings unplugged