age walks behind
you, breathing timeless death
you pick up, second-hand:
a contact high, it slices lines
under your eyes, bruises skin,
pokes at tumors that had never been;
swallows the sweet lies
of “forever-and-”
wraps its arms around you, comforting
a bit too tight, bony, melting
gone.
Kaolin Imago Fire is a conglomeration of ideas, side projects, and experiments. Outside of his primary occupation, he also develops computer games, edits Greatest Uncommon Denominator Magazine, and very occasionally teaches computer science. He has had poetry published in Strange Horizons, Every Day Weirdness, and Bull Spec, among others.
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