Untitled, for Colleen

stone

 

pressed

fractures appear first

ripple along fault lines

imperfectly sealed

forgotten

hairline harbingers foretell

this personal apocalypse

the moment of disintegration

catastrophic

explosive

a spectacle of brevity

 

dust

 

more pressure still

molecules vibrate

desperate

inanimate

searching for release

they find none

tiny particles cling

desperate

beneath the weight

begin liquefaction

smooth out

resistance complete

 pressure finds no quarter

cannot continue its downward inevitability

incompressible

released

 

Harder now,

this stone

this dust

this stone

The almost miraculous self destruction of Ann

 

She pressed earthen handfuls

of tobacco brown leaves to her lips

forced crackling flakes

thick dry veins

of carbon detritus

crumbling

fingers pushing

inexorable

peeling strained lips from teeth

tried to press them back

at first spicy,

clung to her tongue, her teeth

filled her throat

the scent of decay

sweet,

like burnt flesh

exploded in her

fingers scratched,

nails carved short

apocalypse red rivers

tracing bloody hieroglyphs

across pale skin

carrion claws

that once held crayons,

once brushed hair back from her forehead

she gagged

the strength of reflex versus will

fractured fingers

renew their vigor

find purchase

pull back,

splitting the corners

her grin a mockery

skin careening

contorted

rips with a sound like cardboard

a gasp struggles up,

cannot escape the wet vegetal plug

of her throat

the hands

damnable, honest

grasp firmly

do not pause

 

her jaw separates more easily than she could have imagined

the sound slick and hot

her kneecap breaks when she stumbles

blinded from revelation

panting

face down,

jawbone in hand

fingers pawing the earth

she breaks a nail on roots

presses her voice deep in muddy concavity

interred

blood patters down

drips from ruined strips of flesh

watering this garden