The Field

more mumbled memories

I am drowning in fields of yellow flowers.

I cannot breathe but only inhaling their traitorous scent- I'm sneezing.

The flowers inhale me.

And all while looking out of a car window.

My blurred lense of the world 

Still mountains of bright flashes and green twists gnash and gnaw on my brain.

Shredding into my flesh,

there is no mercy with every spindle.

And all while crying out to the sky in tears.

My blurred lense of the world.

Ghosts of yellow sirens burst into the crevices of my mind.

I cannot erase the stain in my eyes.

The stain is within.

And all while staring through my broken glasses.

My blurred lense of the world.

Dee dub tee.

Who cares if it's not real anymore.

I tie a knot where my hair used to be.

I leave me behind

And run into the field.