There's an excruciating pain in my gums
forced me to grit my teeth.
Feeling disgusted over unfinished sentences
that used to be an infinite vortex
flowing over me like a river,
and drowned me in;
healing antidotes for infections in me
over faces, space, and time.
I am now numb. Exposed. In a fucking open season.
Good to go.
Clench, unclenched. Clench, unclenched. Clench, unclenched. Clench, unclenched. Clench, unclenched. Clench, unclenched. Clench, uncl..
With the tip of my finger
I began to draw an imaginary star on the surface
of a white wall.
Slow and intense.
One onto another,
until the whole constellation connected.
The whole fucking cycle.
And for a second,
I am glorified
and humiliated
by my own shadow at the very same time.
Staring back at me.
At the present moment, I am a second rate me in my past.
