Imagination is a Janus-beast
which vagrants in my skull
A drug of bipolar nature,
involuntarily imbibed
Bringing visions and hallucinations
more vivid than reality
…
Sometimes I am thrust from sleep
hearing my own muffled screams
and creep sobbing from the darkness.
Whole yet, but with memories so clear
Of maggots dropping from my flesh
or babies death-cooled feet
…
Other times, it is joyously benevolent
And sparks fly from my mind
as I bound between worlds,
and ideas ecstatically trampoline.
Uninhibited adventure is mine
so that I love my Janus-beast.
Kasia, this is so powerful, and so well written!
Thank you so much!
Is there such a thing as having a crush on a blog? Because, if so, then I have one on your blog. You’re amazing!
I’m blushing…you know they say flattery will get you everywhere.