a string
a sequence of
identical
brunettes strolling
bright
cherubic smiles
underneath
pretty brown eyes
nodding as i
loop the floor
the phone ringing
no ine answering
a series of
identical
office with no
signs at all

there is a
stark fear inherent
in manic shifts
where sudden
dissociation
fracturing ny mind
the headache pulses
in time with
my rapid steps
blank slates
brunettes smile
turn the corner
expecting to step off
the edge of the screen
plummeting down
the side of the
brash scar rising
from the digital esrth