Left Ballooned

In rattled fear the bones
and cavities that once
held minds are sockets
staring; sighing with the
rush of blood in flesh of
mine. My bones awake
to calls from walls to leave
my skin balloned; absent
me; and merge with voices
from loquacious walls.

Caplica Czaszek in southwestern Poland

Caplica Czaszek in southwestern Poland

Mama Zen inspire us with some images of fantastic rooms and walls at toads.

April 13, 2016

17 responses to “Left Ballooned

  1. Very haunting, Bjorn! It reminds me of the tales I hear about ancestral ghosts beckoning the young, fresh offsprings to join them.

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