Member Poem

All of a sudden
he disappears
with a thud.
He was carrying
a verse.
That thought
is aborted.
Yellowish green shimmer
of fantasy
vanishes.
Nor does he see
anything ethereal.
Sheer void.
Soon sense returns
to him
with a skull full of pain.
He discovers
existential truths
in the wound.
It’s
within a fragile shell
that he keeps
many precious things.
Nobody knows
when an inanimate thing
turns bloody.

First published in The Literary Hatchet.