death does not bother here

into boiling tar black

I cannot see
touching the earth

silent my naked feet
through ant mazes
I follow you

pounding blood
wets my soul
blindness does not hold
ears to deafness in this place
nocturnal rants plow over
rusting tears
I do not reach you
your flesh vanishes
wind through light

shadows no longer
chain dreams
to this hollow
its emptiness curdling
the stench sour
senses abandon
chill my heart
I can no longer find my way home
I do not want to
death does not bother here
sketched during road trip to New Hampshire