::: Chlorophyll :::

bubbling green flows
slippery and thick
underneath the skin of the world
turbulent
politely viscous as it oozes into my pores

whispers run through veins
flooding questions behind my eyes
but I am a trilobite
silent and scared
with the stillness of joy

it flavours my vision
like indecisive colours
soaking into my point of view
puddling slowly at my fingertips
to feel

brand new
like a dawn in spring
my tongue is blossoming green
leaking fervently
cheerful melodies from my heart

::: Migraine :::

there are too many heartbeats
I hear them like a drumming line
like marching feet they crush my brain
pressing me underway
a firing squad, all aimed at me
with their thunderous release
pounding against my sensibilities
a scream for aid would only add to my distress
my breath is crowded out
as I am flattened between these sounds
every sigh is a new pain
and each gasp a small disaster
reverberating wounds to the head

::: Connection :::

there's a space between your eyes
it's deeper than the ocean
wider than the sky
and it pulls you away from me

even breathing leaves me in tears
as I try to say
just to say, say something
anything to fill the emptiness

but the lines on the pages
are becoming further apart every day
and it's hard to fill
just because

you never call my name
it's like you don't remember
how to fill those spaces that keep appearing
like lines with no dots to connect