Occultus Malum

There was the night,
and buckets of transparent inebriation.
All the children
were dancing.
Vibrant and in-love.
The lights collided
with songs and voices.
Feral,
Shining,
Seraphims,
angel-faced dolls,
and pure bred men.
All aflung into the arms of
a billowing fatality,
humming secret noises
from the trampled grass.
Drowsy and mixed with sweat.
Pulsing one. Two. Three to infinity,
at the crescendo of black thighs,
soft- whimsical feet,
and tall, tall anti-climaxes of personality.

They were all so fucked up,
mixed up.
In the harem of
time gone wrong.
And i roamed
made a mad woman.
All lose joints
and awkward head.
Mulish and lonely,
wide-eyed, wonderfully bewildered and sad too.
Envious in places,
near the gates and corridors.
Fidgeting with scarf,
morbid unfamiliarity
and exploding stories of aural textures.
Then back to bedlam
within my own body.
Ordinary in the illuminated sea of walking creatures.
Collapsing humorously from the edges into a defeated sigh.
Anonymous.
Rendered fragile
and bartered copiously to feel
fully formed.
And broken open,
head to toe
from brown earth
and smoke-hidden sky.