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Pieces of eight, pieces of nine,

pieces of china lying scattered on the floor,

left in a ley of line.

My mind is in pieces,


vague remnants of thoughts,

iterating incoherently in the vast

universe of my head,

in a blank space of noir

helplessly holding on against the onrushing tide

of nothingness gripping one outcrop of image

reaching an outstretched hand for the semblance of another.

Whither me?

I, myself, alone in a night of my dreams,

a sleep-walker treading where fear has fled

having laid to waste my black-earth creativity.



Malek Montag

Rochester, 2017



About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on Niume.com.
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