Swell

You don't feel a vibration in your feet.
No sound.
Just bright sunshine
and blue sky
clouds.
Then your tiny hairs are straightend out
over your shoulder comes the colossal wave
ocean water blotting out the sun.
You manage one step but freeze to see the ground
smothered in the suffocating shadow.
You should take your last breath
gasp instead.
It's over you and all around you.
The pressure seals your ears as the atmosphere becomes backbreaking.
The gaping toothless mouth closes around you like a vise.
Crushed.
The life explodes out of you as the earth and sea collide.
Then it's done.
The shoreline is changed
like new
like you were never there.

Impenetrate

The days have finally mounted against me.
The armor shows weakness and it bleeds.
Sadness not hubris is the ugliest of the ego.
All the me's and I's should be destroyed but the mind wouldn't dare let such a thing happen.
The mind has no time for progress but won't pass up seeding pain soaked soil.
Sprinkling memories like tiny knives downward spinning for the heart.
Every surface becomes an enemy and familiarity is the blade at your throat forcing you to watch.
The behemoth took the slings and arrows better than most but fell faster than the smirk glowered on his face.
Tiny punctures slowly bled the beast.
The surprised look never had a chance to surface as the implosion took place behind stonewall defenses unused.
The smiles of the relentless onlookers burned away the shuttering flesh as the running blood satisfied the unappreciated ground.
If at this point you're confused or unimpressed. It's ok, this isn't for you.
These are the words carved on my bones.
Unfreed they'll drag me to my grave.

Diptera

I hate the tiny flies but I know they feed the spiders.
I never see the spiders but I know they're there.
I see their webs and I'm reminded of the places I barely look to and havent touched in some time.
I watch them collect dust and stretch and droop lifeless.
I open a window to let in the light.
Maybe the Sun will smile upon these walls through the glass.
The warm light fills every inch of visible space only showing the threadbare paths of routine cutting through the unused spaces.
I look upon the meager surroundings and think "I have too much."
I like to sit, so this chair is all I need.
I need to sleep, so the bed will stay too.
The cupboards seem painted on the wall and the stove would be a half remembered dream if I didn't see it everyday.
I only require a tiny space yet little piles gather.
Unopened mail, things that gather in my pockets now gather on the table.
I see them and I know I don't need them.
They were important at one time, now I don't know.
I should throw them away but I might need them one day.
I'll put them in a bag and stash them in the closet.
Deal with them later.
Used up items gather in the normal places.
Doomed for the garbage they sit and wait.
Drawing the tiny flies.