Panic Panics

We kissed. You fell.

It was just a navy puddle, swaying on an autumn afternoon.

You stepped into my mind.

A bell trap of bored ghosts.

A kitchen of melting pans.

A temple of chaos.

Run.

Blood rush took you further away and around.

Swooping down like a thirsty silver bird, the rain came and broke the mirror scattering liquid you left me for the golden trees over there.

I couldn’t quite see you…

I cannot even catch the scent.

Exhausted, I sleep in circles.

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Poem from perspective of panic personified.

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About The Mollusc Dimension

The Mollusc Dimension, AKA Angelus Squid Marr is an experimental, interdisciplinary artist working in music, image and sound, with a particular interest in themes of identity, lo-fi/craft/recycled materials, audience interaction, queerness, decolonisation, surrealism + education. This is a place for writing + research with links to other projects.
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