Monday, February 26, 2018

Surrealism


The floor benight me jitters
The air screams
The doors are loud
My body is silent
My mind shouts
My eyes spins
My hands worry
My eyes are alone
My hands are shrinking
My heart is a volcano
My spirit is about to burst
The room is so small
About to be consumed by irrational bursts
A flood coming in slowly
A slow and constant drowning

A consumption


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