A rush to the head The sound of morning; a portion of my face interfered by sunlight; a play of light and shadow. I am hushed by sparks on the horizon, plaguing dark suspending skies. I eat the leftover bread crumbs spilled along the sidewalk. Some of them mistaken for rocks; The harsh edges, the same white cotton taste.
Both my feet move in such synchronization Like the clock that ticks behind my ears.
I walk for miles and miles with the dawn’s cold shoulder shadowing over me. I dig out the shiny little things from my brain, to keep them safe and warm between my toes. A slight gut reaction, this place feels fairly familiar but then again, so foreign... like sleep.
The minutes go by like seconds, I walk pass faceless strangers, bare foot my consciousness lingering by the knee. My feet, I could no longer feel.
The wind;; like spiders making its way up, vertebrae by vertebrae
I lay down on the pavement with my eyes shut. voices, murmuring beneath the concrete where the centipedes hide. My lashes spread;; my breath making clouds in the air
everything else ends up behind my eyelids.
Both my feet move in such synchronization Like the clock that ticks behind my ears.
I walk for miles and miles with the dawn’s cold shoulder shadowing over me. I dig out the shiny little things from my brain, to keep them safe and warm between my toes. A slight gut reaction, this place feels fairly familiar but then again, so foreign... like sleep.
The minutes go by like seconds, I walk pass faceless strangers, bare foot my consciousness lingering by the knee. My feet, I could no longer feel.
The wind;; like spiders making its way up, vertebrae by vertebrae
I lay down on the pavement with my eyes shut. voices, murmuring beneath the concrete where the centipedes hide. My lashes spread;; my breath making clouds in the air
everything else ends up behind my eyelids.
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