my tender
feels
brittle
my patience
worn down to a
monomolecular
edge

waking every
hour on
the hour
anxiety blossoms
as i cling
to the wispy
memory of
events that
never occured

reliving these
frozen moments
relishing
each second
using them as
a crucifix
to keep
reality at bay

ny solid is
as hollow as
hopeful wishes
unanswered like
every prayer
a series of
spells recited
in a land
where magic
died long ago

a human
centrifuge
spinning in
place to
separate
the particles
of happiness
from the
hellspikes
driven through
empty verse