Dimensions
and in the night, i dared to look
/
sour taste of blood palatable against my tongue
granular blotches swarm what little is left
of my vision,
a hive devours
raw egg yolk but it’s green
the last lump of humanity,
lives within me
/
dark, brittle things staring back
with their eyes wide open, it all blurs
into a being of obscurity and i
am thrown across
dimensions
taken apart
then put back together
again
there were colors, then
there was sound
but i
could never forget
what if
/
they come back?
About The Author: Author of over 20+ web-serials & novels, published by Tapas.io, recent addition to the Wattpad Stars program, and Winner of Tapas’s 2018 Summer Writing Competition, Beau Van Dalen’s stories have amassed a total of over one million reads online — between short stories, poems, novels and scripts, he can always be found with a pen in hand.
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