Everyone is happier with the poison in their lungs
For the poison steals observation of the self
Literal wandering vessels
Decrepit little animals shift beneath the ground
And we can feel them; lost in the smog
Choking on the reality of the oblivion laid before us
We separate the ones in the masks who choke
And the ones in the masks who drown.
Everyone poisoned, everyone gone
Guardian Planets
Does it feel good? I want it to. You can.
Sleep sound, with both eyes closed.
The sunshine is still free.
Emissions from the moon will find you,
and so will the mystic dust of my own dreams.
Rise. Even if you can’t feel it,
The moon is looking, she loves you.
Are you afraid? The rotation of celestial bodies is reference.
Be not afraid. The moon is here. She is in the nothingness.
She is inside of your belly. She is crawling through your guts,
Leaving space behind.
Salem void is a man shaped biomechanical bear who can be “found” in the swamplands of Virginia writing surrealist horror & weird dark fiction. He hopes his writing can be both the salt and salve on your wounds. Twitter, Instagram + Substack
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