Pestilence of my personhood

 i wrote it in 1999

by Charri Hensley on Wednesday, 19 August 2009

bliss broken,

fumbling in waking

dreams..

faded places open

things

a pestilence

of personhood

the twisting blackened void..

trusting for nothing

falling down in

an upward motion,

cant stop the way the wind

blows, nor the colour

of the sky

equate your beating flesh

with violent waves,

laid in down in

a glass bed..