I want to see the colours
bleeding through everything,
endless spectres of delight
needless and unheeding.
I want them to follow
my ghosts around and invade
their gelatin bodies, their
exsanguinated feckless skulls.
When I shut the world off
I want to see specks of life
floating at the back of my eyes
in the sort of freedom that comes
with goodbyes only. I want
to see the colours bleeding through.
Maria Cohut is a writer, reader, listener, watcher and lover of all things gothic, weird and obscure. She comes from the land of kitsch vampires and cheap alcohol, though she is currently based in the UK. On a day-to-day basis, she keeps impending madness at bay by striving to maintain the fragile balance between her research, her teaching, her writing and the slightly less exciting parts of her life.
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