Fumblingfumblefum.

jabjabjabjab

Anxiety hanging low in a shrinking chest

 

If I move any faster, I swear I will pass out.

 

Scratching my bloody itch

sweating out my bodily fluids

air evaporating into water

I cannot breathe.

 

I will throw up if I think about this anymore.

 

A few minutes go by before I realize i've sucked all the ink from my pen

I swallow it all.

 

Lay down until I feel the blood pool in my head

Pills as useless as a calender unflipped, all year long

I'll try to sit and try not to talk

to gaudy drapes or my

bright green bubble gum

 

at least,

maybe,

well.

okay.

 

Screaming is more effective than a well thought out thesis.

 

I think I might have been here before

staring at the screen until my thumbs betray me

sendsendsending

doomed.

 

Of all the churches in town.

 

Scratchandpound//dig

until I get a     piece of mind.

 

Unresponsive. maybe he changed his mind.

 

The moment simply refuses to end

waiting and

waiting.

 

Lightheaded feels so heavy.

 

reality is coming and I'm sleeping through it all

metaphors stuck beneath my fingernails

mashed between unbrushed teeth

fumbling fingers running through unwashed hair

 

F**k.

 

Shallow breathing

living in my ears

and all I hear is heartbeat

Grab until I can't feel

feel myself slipping

dropping

sinking and

regaining uncounsciousness

Reviews

[Zatoichi]

regaining unconsciousness is an almost daily endeavor of mine and you've illustrated the effort effectively.