In the slitstream
Time seeps through me,
water through the bedrock,
polishing,
eroding.
Crossing this stream will drag me,
slit me open in the rapids,
one night at a time
until there's no more left to swallow
or to tear,
each cycle interrupted
split second intermissions
cutting my hands clutching jagged rocks
Gushes will spill
Infect the scenery
Trees will grow red drinking me
Rusty shine in the morning
Breathing my mist
will wake you
Before I’ll gulp my last
