Chaos, Undefined.

My life is a stranger that I am doomed never to meet.

A seed that sits in my stomach awaiting to sprout.

I leach all colour.

Swallow it in.

Breath it back out.

Swallow and hold the breath,

let it sit there between the lungs and between the mouth,

a moment neither living or deceased.

Hollowed out, like a gourd on October 31st

I am patches stitched together with a penciled-in grin,

I am the spare implements that sit in the back of kitchen drawers and dust bunnies and  cloud-coloured cobwebs fluttering in corners enticed by a meager draught, I am the other parts undefined.

Chaos, undefined.

D R Forest 2012 ©