8hz

i can time-travel

…i guess its ‘hibernating’

it really works though

i’m a shape-shifter
i take the form of a bear
no one is impressed

banished as a child

a world inside a painting

slowly rots away

the plane dips and rocks

the vast desert beneath us

how did i get here?

we danced and we danced

we gave a blood sacrifice

but the rain still came

i started typing
and kept going and going
until my hands bled

mosquito bitten

sun-burnt and dehydrated

we trudge through the swamp

twitching a twitcher

the birds subscribe to the feed

nature’s ‘like’ button

i started typing
and kept going and going
until my hands bled

there is a thin line

between a joke and the truth

i can’t take either

it’s time to take stock
and get myself together
and get milk.. and bread..

the vile creature writhes

a limbless mass of wet flesh

convulses and spits

ha!