Eighty Twenty
villanelle of a future projection
If you open your mouth, I’ve heard it goes faster
Will these deep, liquid breaths fill a deep, fuzzy sleep?
You said the ideation’s too much to master—
Or, you hinted at it before you got plastered.
It happens in murk, the blood poison slow to steep
If you open your mouth, I’ve heard it goes faster.
Why am I saying that—does it even matter?
You’ve pushed roots, new shoots, and white blooms into a heap.
You said the ideation’s too much to master.
You’re scratching at a greenhouse until it shatters
Deformed, your reflection, transformed into a creep
If you open your mouth, I’ve heard it goes faster,
and your eyes will pop and bleed, lungs’ silent asper.
You know there’s very little that will make me weep.
You said the ideation’s too much to master.
There is nothing I can say to change the patter
Our tears mixing in your water, four inches deep.
If you open your mouth, I’ve heard it goes faster
You said the ideation’s too much to master.
About the Creator
Mackenzie Davis
“When you are describing a shape, or sound, or tint, don’t state the matter plainly, but put it in a hint. And learn to look at all things with a sort of mental squint.” Lewis Carroll
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Copyright Mackenzie Davis.



Comments (2)
Wow, this is heavy.
Well this was wholly relatable sad and close to home at least in terms of thoughts not attempting things. What I do like about this is a lot but I especially like the fact that when someone is stuck in that emotional state that even persistent encouragement and care from someone who loves them might still be unsuccessful. But alas that's the rub, we need to be like the narrator. Showing love kindness care and concern. This is amazing Mackenzie. This is why I think we get on. Well you're a nice person but thematically I've always felt we shared similar creative pools..even if you're not big with horror, we dip into the same waters. Anyway..stunning and frank entry