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In My Head


Shattered glass around my feet
Fog against sliding glass doors
Murky shapes moving all around
Like half formed thoughts
Congregating outside
Peering inside
With glowing scarlet eyes
Scabbed hands upon the glass
Blood drizzles in streaks
With a start I realize
Blood runs ankle deep
Clouding my nostrils
I puke and the smell is putrid
And when I open my eyes
I'm falling from the Heavens
Towers are mere pinpricks
The sun shimmers
I behold the curvature of earth
Bells ring in my mind
And I'm standing on the ledge
Of a magnificent cliff
Overlooking the raging sea
I see myself falling
So I jump from the ledge
Squeezing my eyes shut
And when my eyes open
I'm all alone in my room
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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