In fact, the more I try to escape, the less I can breathe. The more I try to hold on, the less I can focus. Something’s leaving me. Parts of me.
Everything falls apart.
Stories heard but not recalled.
Letters too.
Words filling my head. Fragmenting like artillery shells.
Shrapnel, like syllables, flying everywhere. Terrible syllables.
Sharp. Cracked. Traveling at murderous speed. Tearing through it all
in a very, very bad perhaps even irreparable way.
Known.
Some.
Call.
Is.
Air.
Am?
Incoherent- yes.
Without meaning- I’m afraid not.
The shape of a shape of a shape of a face dis(as)sembling right before my eyes.
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