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Isoelectric Flatline

Inspired by Flatliners by Niels Arden Oplev.


cadaver kissed by green light

butchering silence

insomniac, without howling odes

reverence: the blue corpses

each heartbeat, an ephemeral ripple and

i scavenge my gray matter

for oxygen, ripping apart

cortexes heavy with prolactin

run. from darkness engulfing my mind

pitch black void, thundered galvanism

i am lost in this temporoparietal forest

once carmine with chasmic blood

its dendritic canopy, taupe

desiccated pneumatodes

oozing out infinitesimal life

i swim in once perennial

deoxygenated, and realize all creatures bloody no more

resuscitators call it hypoxia

cosmic latte

there is light. I swim

and hold it like a falling star

burning in my palms, flies away

illumine cocoon, never quite there

its wings fragment, a million galaxies

eyes drench in light

i see myself on the deathbed, cardioverted

and a thousand gold moths flying out of my mouth.