When I look at you sideways on your pillow,
Your eyes become craters
Sunken, dark, damp
Your mouth becomes a determined volcano that erupts
With pain or love or bile
Your hair becomes a sparse field of grain
Struggling against the chemicals in your veins
Your nose becomes a grand promontory that reaches for the sky
Lined around it, your rivers of plight
I can only watch as each day your features become more and more
Like an etched landscape
Carved by the doctors
the tumors
the fear
A landscape only familiar in an impossible nightmare
MXL wants to create content that makes you pause, reflect, pace around for a minute or two, and then want to read again. You’ll likely catch them on a bike or jotting something down.