the voice from here and beyond
I am in a spiral, madness pulling down around me. Veils fall, stretch, pull. Pull me back in. No capacity, understanding as it all falls falls falls so far down.
Breathe.
My jaw is clenched up, locked. Spiral, open wounded tooth, uncertain medical.
Breathe.
Too many projects, too many people, please just turn on the television and leave…
Breathe.
I am sick of being me. That’s why we share, why don’t we get to share, what did the rest of us do wrong, what about us.
The story, the continued story. What about us.
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