Thesis

from Mild Peril by Atlas At Last

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You dilute yourself; ceaselessly spilling through the slats in casks.
“The water will help to soothe your skin,”
“But it burns where you’ve torn in.”
And then you turn into ‘yourself’; a swirling vessel, red - not paleblood - but gore from gorging capillaries, turning into something that scares me.
Connections were severed, you lost your footing, and
Crumbled to a haphazard pile on the floor.
The tempest, wailing their loudest, spewing oscillations, turning to face the eldritch he’s struggled with before, he’s struggled to ignore.
Don’t go out past the moon.
I’ve seen the way we both evoke worlds where we cut off.
But what’s to be said of me? How far did I fall from your tree?
And is this thing alive in me?

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from Mild Peril, released May 18, 2018

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