Animal Instinct
Through the glass, your body stills.
What life was there - isn't.
Drained,
Unfair.
You can't see me, but I can see you.
Meat.
The pain in my temples kills.
Dead eyes,
Cloudy.
Wake up, wake up.
I think I'm going deaf.
Waves wash over skin,
Turning it grey and speckled.
Imposter,
Red and sharp.
I can't pin this feeling down.
Copyright © Vitamin Cee | Year Posted 2020
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