The Things Beyond The Fold

Blake C. Patria By Blake C. Patria, 16th Sep 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

I rotted away in a basement, wondering if this was the last time I would see the days shorten. All a person can do in this state is try to sleep it off. Consciousness can be dangerous.

The Things Beyond The Fold

Spider clowns scurry
in the basement
as I sleep in your arms
the world dying outside,
and poison spreading
through my mind.

We woke to darkness
again,
but if I looked
close enough
out the window
the leaves are still green.

The Things Beyond The Fold
have always tried to come for me
around this time,
but you pointed out a little kite
of stars
that come out
around this time of year,
and said it was your little hope
through winter.

I haven't showered
since hours before
I turned thirty
at our favorite restaurant,
but I brushed my teeth
a few moments ago,
spitting up blood
in the bathroom sink.

I can hear a toddler
running around upstairs
like the footfalls
of a little alien,
and I almost fear
the creak of
the basement door,
but doors
are no trifle
for smoke

Tags

Alien, Basement, Blake C Patria, Blake Sidewalker, Poesy, Poetry, Rot, The Things Beyond The Fold

Meet the author

author avatar Blake C. Patria
My name is Blake C. Patria. I am a musician, a writer, a philanthropist, a philosopher, etc. I enjoy science and its fictions. I also enjoy philosophy and Punk Rock. My work will tell more :)

Share this page

moderator Steve Kinsman moderated this page.
If you have any complaints about this content, please let us know

Comments

author avatar Fern Mc Costigan
16th Sep 2014 (#)

Awesome post and one of a kind too, cheers!

Reply to this comment

Add a comment
Username
Can't login?
Password