.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

10.24.2003

mind out of body
(i got so little sleep last night)
experiencing no sensation
but a blunt sharpie headache
and chlorinated liquid delusions (they are my nightmares)
-pain is simply the essence of the body in motion-

i'll have you know they frighten me...

its that black shilouette
that glides along the wall,
that drains the color from my face
and strips me of all security

that long thin shadow
of the deepest delerium
emaciated
dark
and piercing

even simple visions of your presence
are a dagger that draws blood as it runs down my spine

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