Heat
It is hard to keep these double-edged words sheathed,
With my hand on the hilt and blood
drowning out sound in my ears.
It is hard to keep my eyes focused above the horizon,
Against the sun’s bright glare.
Tomorrow may be cloudy and cool
but today the heat stings upward from a glaring pavement.
Pipe Dream
These backgrounds are based on a pattern I draw with pencil and paper when my mind wanders. The underlying structures were generated with JavaScript and HTML/CSS, captured with PhantomJS, and then manipulated in Photoshop to give the final results.
Contours
I feel the shape of last night
A great chasm
Endless black stretchings
Estranging me from the past
Darknesses upon darkness
Terrifying and shapeless movements
Too grotesque for the eye
All the more sickening in the pale light of dawn