Excerpt From 'The Breed' Ii Poem by luke holt

I gazed up upon the ashen dawn, streetlights donned their flaming halos with their crooked Quasimodo gaze, t’was peaceful, shards of rain drizzled down the musty suit I wore like diamonds on a pile of corpselike resin, accentuating the woolen weariness of my soul. I could see a blue sun bearing the same color as the vaccination I was given as a mute petrified infant in the incubating chrysalis of the hollow white hospital corridor

((Catheters…The screaming breath of butterflies… the stifled alchemy of dreams))