every corner I turn

holds a latent horror

every braincell that burns

ensures a blurry tomorrow

every day that trudges by

digs dirty nails into

into the softest tissue

deep down inside something whispering

from the back of my mind

that says now

now

NOW

is the time

here is the place where the body

will fall

impressionist patterns splatter the walls

I just wanted a little peace

now pieces are left

thats all

a paralyzed tongue

a woman undone

all things will fade