Across the warm white plastic, the vibration of words and motions rock the honesty away from my fingertips and out my eyes. As I blink, each eyelash drips blood and broken tactics. I wait for a circular set of footsteps to bring me back to whom I was and where I wanted to be. As I research for the softness, I notice it’s lost while I’m buried beneath the heat. Sweating out everything, including the thought of me.

I was mortal…
Breathing through hours of terror
Sifting through the vastness of bleak horizons
While inhaling smoke-stained air

An unobstructed tyrant
Waiting for your arrival
Hoping to destroy life with thoughts muttered fierce
Bleeding my diseases for survival

I was strung…
Out in a dimly lit dancehall
Never ending breakdown of my nervous system
A frightened, fallen shadow doll

A manifold of trepidation
Waiting for an easier way to fall
Hoping I’d find the feeling of “home”
But instead, penetrated my soul through a wall




i'm not close to done yet. i know it'll have at least two more stanzas, but not sure. until then it's nameless and unfinished.