color

Darkness breathes, and something thin watches from above.

Even dentophobia needs its own therapy session, apparently.

Even flies, it turns out, prefer staying in.

Even the sun showed up with cartoon enthusiasm.

Tickle me Stalin

Man eats eyeballs while creature offers more on platter.

Fish-headed figure in suit looms over sleeping person.

Meat clouds gather where sleep dissolves into dread.

A fish creature sits in therapy with a suited man.

Strange souls gather where judgment quietly waits.

Hands in dark earth, water rises to meet the sky.

Scales and silence, breakfast claimed by the deep.

Where claws hold candles and strange creatures share bread.

Everyone absorbed in screens, missing the smoking bread entirely.

The deceased forgot to delegate his own attendance.

The self blooms twice, tender and unasked.