EVIL MTN SITS NEXT TO A SPACE HEATER AND DRIPS ONTO THE FLOOR.
I inhale a mosquito and instantly
become a black hole. All the ice waiting
to touch the edges and throw evrything
off-balance. Who is trapped in here
with me. If I ripped off one big piece of
me and gave it to you what then. How is
that any diffrent. We're all the same damp
sheet of unlined paper sewn into the bark
of a burning tree. The god of my fathr
is shaking in bed. I read halfway thru a book
and saw trouble in the water for two weeks.
It all goes back to something. Horrible opinions.
Something. I dunno.
EVIL MTN SITS NEXT TO THE WINDOW WHILE IT'S RAINING AND TRIES TO CONSIDER DOING EVEN JUST ONE THING TODAY, MAYBE A VERY SMALL THING, I MEAN JUST SOMETHING, LITERALLY ANYTHING, COME ON, AND INSTEAD FEELS SICK AND RESTS THEIR HEAD AGAINST THE COLD GLASS, WHICH MAKES A DULL THUD.
A strong white noise just outside Chicago
The way some trends just loom and crackle internally
Ash left on the table becomes something cold
The cracking sounds of the smaller bones
I walk into traffic and hope for the best
The grass only dying in the places we noticed it was dying
EVIL MTN is a bat, and writes little somethings at evilmtn.tumblr.com.