I’ve accumulated too much, and I want to strip it bare, but still, nowhere. What tickles my spine when the nerves in my fingertips go numb, and I‘m left here staring at blank pages waiting for the words to come. Or the answers, shouting orders so I don’t turn the psyche off and run.
I am inescapable, I am a throne to myself, my worst fears and enemies from foreign lands welcomed in by my own hand.
Staring at the clock hands, digitized, meeting unrealistic demands, to slow down and shut off, pushing the mountain closer to my feet, as the steep fall becomes dreadful. Attention to the distance, my footing as precarious as the unknown.
I fall, I fall. Until there’s only the breath left in the air. Acquiesce, all those who knew me here.
