Hold me tight

hold me tight, my tumors growing

I feel it inside

My glowering black water showering

My heart with tightening

Hold me tight, I’m like a child

Frozen in between the soundless,

Splitting air

I’m split in

A whole, cracked in every way

Burst and frozen and cracked

How can I feel this pain like pleasure like love like dreams and terror and fear, it can feel like so much and yet so little?

The malaise of settled mortality. A brand of defined horror, we all have to settle into without reproach of each other’s trembling

Wavering

Approach to such a beautiful, ghastly sight.

I know my feelings highlights a deeper horror

Maligned with mortal love and mortal death

And immortal suffering

And a voided out expanse of judgment

Where I fall inside and get closed up like a too-tight and ill-fitted coat,

Hold me tight,

We can pretend we are out of hell for a while, and linger,

Perhaps in a catacomb of something that flips fantasy out of fear.