a psychic space 

a psychic pain 

madness screams out an unknown name

 

 

 

 

 

summer is warm and sad 

and it fatigues the scales of my skin 

remember now how young we are 

and how we will never be this young again 

when they walk past my grave are they choked with the dirt encircled around my mouth

like a moth staggering to the moonlight