Tristan Robert Lange
Fractured
The lines
Writhe like snakes
As I write out—
Scream out?—
The colors penetrate
The senses.
Demand an audience
With the Queen.
Check.
It\'s not going,
Not going at all.
The demons.
Diamonds?
No, demons.
Shine on,
Shine off.
The words melt
Into the fractured
Crevices of the mind.