The moon like a coin, dips into the slot behind the rooftop as you approach the street. There’s a faint glow to the man walking against the tree line - a soft heaviness on the face. He slips into the road which smoothes over without a mark - a sleeping tarmac beast.
Azure glass cuts the belly of a grey sky open.
The gate falls away and you are met with
Hearts and names scraped out of a stone wall.
The sea beyond dissolving into a gradient of mist.
Sun amplified in the condensation of the window - a blinding crystal, my body an engraving caught and illuminated.
Up and out the sea with a skin of water eagerly returning home. I am a flagellant, leaving open wounds stain the world around me.