tv disturbing static
By Waverley Stanley Jr, Vacant Dragon à la Subverted Lips
Published 29 February 2024
I dreamt I was taken hostage at gunpoint
by a man who stuck his tongue in my mouth
stop
the fireflies were out last night, and you were one of them
damp crevices of the mind
combusted irreversibly
became blacker with each thought
overnight, my atoms rearranged themselves
ruminated and grew
silent screams underneath my skin
no unburning, no way out
in the end
which was really the middle
the black water receded
help came from pills and talk
I turned my head so I didn’t have to witness
quivered
could they tell the place was haunted?
the fireflies looked back, emitting their light
Footnote: this poem was created using the Spines or Cut-ups constraint as the starting point.