Lump

Tiny spiders spill forth from a crack in the plaster wall. Crawling, spelling out the answers I’ve sought. Filthy wall vibrates with words. Words, that drip and ooze down onto the asbestos tile. Breaking up, each letter sizzles into a small cloud which rises into flickering fluorescence. Words that are the answers I’ve sought all along. Answers to the questions that I never asked. If only I could remove myself from this concave mattress, capture the smoke. See what I saw. Thaw. 10 tons of icy sins crushing my limbs. Preventing all movement. Save a blink here and there. Clearing the blur of dried eyes. Bringing into focus her approach. Injecting dull relief into my veins. Fighting sleep to learn more. I can’t ...