strange floors

it trickles down the stairs in quiet streams and falls away. blocked imagery. I fall into it. ten ghosts rattle the cage, but my ribs are so thick there’s no sound inside.

there used to be sea creatures beneath my feet, bony silhouettes in black marble. I run my finger along their spines, along a curved sky, the soft nothing, and breathe it away. I watch entire cities disperse in mid-air. towers fall into the water, bricks crumble in the sun. I destroy thoughts this way. I create worlds to tear them apart.


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