every illusion
you gather
is like
flicking the back
of the reaper’s skull
hardly noticed
but death is keeping
a tally
& is slowly executing
its revenge
a few lines carved in yr flesh here
a few silver hairs there
a sharper curve in yr spine
a shooting pain in an organ
one day death will
just spin around
tho & catch you by the wrist
as you flick yr forefinger
& drag you under
dark layers
as all yr little illusions pop
an empty house
full of bursting bubbles
rob plath is a writer from new york. he is most known for
his monster collection A BELLYFUL OF ANARCHY (epic rites press 2009). his newest collection is MY SOUL IS A BROKEN DOWN VALISE (epic rites press 2019).
you can see more of his work at robplath.com
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