Reality

In the light
Not dim, not clear
Your skin is earth
Which warms and rubs and gently
Smothers.
Till I, gasping,
Suck the juice
And spit a desperate breath.
Vying for attention
Your seeking fingers
Curl up in my soil
And rip
Away debris.

Now alone.
The dark sky hovers
To my realisation
It was only in my head.
Reality
Is sandy dew drops
Stuck between my toes
Washed away by
Thoughts.

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Monsters

And in this life
There is no meaning.
But the one I found today
A cloudy day, cold as monsters, fresh as breath
Bustling and shuffling along my life
And what it is that hurts you
What is the ache that aching spreads like dust
Which whispers upon
The futures and you try to
Shake and shake it off
This hurt that is too much.
The nothingness in all of us,
We acknowledge with
A smile-
A wink-
A missing life-
I know you hurt
No.
I know you die.
A little.
Each day.
From monsters, dust and pink peaches
Gasping at its innards
Spilling
From your mouth.