I fall, it feels electric
Static bites at my skin
Trees are animals
With acid trip faces
Movements contorted
Branches tear at me
Pulling me here
But never going there
The moon owns my step
Makes tide of my body
Liquid light flares
Burned in my eyes
Scorched in my mind
But the cool waters
Snap at my feet
The pool is a mirror
A thousand narcissi
Kaleidoscopic, fractured
Through broken glass
Seven year nightmare
Lasts only a moment
Dissolves to nothing
White room, white sheets
Low sun on his pale skin
Nothing is ever real
Except what you see
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Beki Cowey
photographer // filmmaker // writer
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