needs a better title

Dec 08, 2004 20:02

.delerium while coming back into sight.

my sockets are warm and glowing
the systematic peeling of skin from eyes

i pound my head against the wall and
pull hair that has begun to fall out
by its own accord
i have forgotten how to speak because
no one hears me
help me
help me
i run and am blindsided by
my own sporadic movements
my back on the stinging cold
wet floor
the ice has begun to melt
help me
help me
blood rushes through my veins like
muddy sand in an hourglass
meaninglessness of action
i don’t even know where i am

poems, comps

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