chron's
bless me
with a shortwave
indigo light form
waterfalling
over my guts
intestines
all intertwined
billowed and puffy
pulsing
in painful
wavelike
syncopations
ballooning
in Iretan smelling
atmospheric
clouds of gas
beads of sweat
dribbling
down my neck
scatological
avalanches
ceramic monsoons
with each
painful
life depleting
push
I purge
the after-meals
of yesterday
the parts of earth
I stuffed inside
and got scared
wanting to run out
evading all the platforms
and organic moving parts
getting out swiftly
violently
amateurishly
in the nightmare hours
under hot shower
steams
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16494263-chrons-by-Colvet
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