Sonic-tidal | Pareidolia | How does a whirlpool breathe? I see what you did there |
You blew out the stretch marks of your blimpish gut | Popped yrself a pair of gills |
Oxygenic tummy wounds | Flabby respirators | I get it | Vision returned in the form
of engorged areola | Optic tentacles | Gastropodic Nips | Auditory axilla | To tell
you a secret is to endure rough odors | But how do you eat? How do you eat with
waves? You punctured your own belly button, is it? With those long and jagged nails
| You’ve filed w/ barnacles | You fisted the pit; an orifice | Broke off your little
slashers | Stabbed ‘em into dentures | That hungry tummy chews for itself | Gored |
Self-mutilation as a method to resurrect and experience the joys of experience |
Fulfilling scars—
Kris Hall / C. C. Hannett / kmwgh is a writer who feels queasy when he identifies himself as a writer. Or anything, really. Author of I Gave This Dream to a Color, Triune, and SAGA ctrl (Spuyten Duyvil) + a number of chapbooks. He is the event organizer for Quake: An Everett Lit Crawl and Poetry: Uncharted. Currently, he is the Managing Editor for Really Serious Literature (@rlysrslit) and their Disappearing Chapbook Series. Work has been placed with Softblow, DREGINALD, Gramma, Juked, etc. He currently lives with his wife and three animals somewhere in the PNW and/or behind you.
Photo: @jseigar
South Broadway Ghost Society 