By: N.E Kiullczar
The landscape is green.
Lime green.It's the walls of a little boy's nursery.Thires a windowAnd a wicker rocking chairAnd a secondhand cribAnd a spider in the corner.And the boy is lying in the crib.
he's looking at the Spider. The Spider isn't.
《poor little flea.》
The Spider crawls on him nowCrawls on his stomachand crawls on his neckAnd crawls on his feetAnd crawls on his armshe doesn't understandhe doesn't understand
he DOESN'T understand
he won't. She will.
The landscape is blue.
Denim blue .It's the fabric of a little boy's jeansThey are too lose
There's a rips at the kneesAnd an open flyAnd a Rabbit at his feet.And the boy is sitting in the grass.
He's smiling at the Rabbit. The Rabbit isn't.
《don't hop away.》
The Rabbit sits on him nowSits on his lapand sits on his thighsand sits on his crotchand sits on his kneesHe can't understandHe can't understand
He CANNOT understand
He'll cry. She won't.
The landscape is purple
Deep purple..It's the blanket on a teenage boy's bed.There's a lampAnd its veary veary dimAnd a glass of waterAnd a bear standing right there.And the teenage boy is lying in bed.
he won't look at the Bear. The Bear makes him.
《You are prey》
The Bear will devour him now.Will devour his mouthWill devour all his teethAnd devour his tongueand devour between his legsHe will understandHe will understand
He WILL understand
he leaves she brings him back.
The landscape is red.Bright red.
It's the blood of a young man.There's a towelAnd its soaked straight throughIts silent in that roomAnd he is finally alone tonightAnd he's laying on the shower floorAnd he understandsBut he doesn't understand
HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND WHY HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT HEDOESN'T UNDERSTAND BECAUSE HE CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHEN
WILL HE UNDERSTAND
The Spiders corps watches from her web in the cornerThe Rabbit's pelt is is living from rugThe Bear's head is somewhere in the attic.
She's there. He's not.
The landscape is turning black.
Pitch black
It's the end of something, the man knows.
I've loved you whispers the spider
You were beautiful sung the Rabbi
And you were mine growled the bear
I know.I'm sorry.I can't.I hate you.I miss you.I know.
I'm not a landscape
《Anymore 》
Author's Bio
N.E Kiullczar is a 16 year old aspiring poet who is heavily inspired by beat poetry. He likes to explore the effects that society has on the individual through a lens of realism as opposed to optimism. Though he likes to keep his poems rather bleak most of the time, he also likes to explore lyrical writing as well. He has been featured in many independent art/writing magazines, and hopes to publish his debut collection of poems by March, 2027