The Under the Floor

The very core of what lives underneath the floorboards of the flesh, 

the insights to where heartstrings play melancholy music 

as they narrate the lonesome path toward the brain, 

up the daunting spiral spinal staircase. 

Kidney graffiti and lung leather suit her armor 

as she desperately uses t-cell talons

to battle up to the pillow clouds 

of dreams in the skull attic. 

Meaghan Rhymer 

Reviews

[Nipplegrinder]

This is a wonderful piece. I sense the allegory. I could also be wrong. Impressive imagery.

[Matthew Kult]

*Tilts his head. Confers with Jayden*

Crypticly Delicious, Distressing Realism

Matthew