nauseous
circling the drain
so rapidly
this oppression
of stark silence
is a thousand nails
in my skull
stinging nettle
the same as the hives
on the back
of my itching neck
anxious anxious anxious
feeling so very
pitofmystomachlockedindryheavesfromunshedsobseyesburningasthefloodgatesswellandsorrowspilltoerasetheinksmudgeincongruencyofmyinvisbleheart
a week existed
even in half step
from reality
gone gone gone
they are gone
and only my own
lack of being
a human being
keeps me afloat
alone with my thoughts
curled in a ball
under fairy lights
as my hollow skull
erupts and my emotions
burst into the night
a million bats
desperate to get away