indica

indica

A Poem by aspen

out of body,
my sentient has become the beetle falling at my window every night when i drift off someplace else

hit the wall,
regain composure
repeat

interspatial as i watch the fog ascend off the water by dawn,
my feet planted in the freezing grass as my hands stretch between the space of omniscience and lackage

the concept of eyes glazing over as someone takes their last breath is the same grasp my body makes at the first hit
the consistency of the energy around me is opalescent, drown in your god complex as you confess your sins to the sky
who's listening to your prayers, you or the 50% chance?

the constant apprehension of conspiracy and haunting belief cling to my skin in the winter,
just to keep me warm

i exist somewhere between an ex-lovers aura and hell and i couldn't be any colder at first gaze

© 2019 aspen


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I really like this write, love the intense

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