The Net

Reiroshu Eigenlicht

Legnano, Milan

Italy

 

Clawed at by the thorns
of mortality, canned
in a box of nerves
and chemistry.
I live in a haunted house
where objects breathe and
the skin of humanity folds
up, desperate doubt.
The backbone bends
to pick up the net,
knitted with seaweed.
It drips on the odorous hold:
the new cargo of events.
They struggle, they flounder,
wild eyes, mouths open,
flattened by the dull,
choking dawn of transience.

Bio: Reiroshu Eigenlicht is an artist from Venice who writes poems, short stories and is currently working on two novels. She loves drawing and photography as well. You are welcome to see her on tumblr here.