I...
breathed angels tonight. I dreamt of comfort
half-mooned about my back.
I looked up and up and time shot by
like distant planets in the endless darkness of the obsidian sky
I am lost because I'm not quite where I should be.
I fear anywhere else
...anywhere else won't be The Place
When the angels fall, I lose my sight.
The inside of my skull - my thoughts
crash against chilly night.
Where are the damsels in distress?
Where are the rescuing knights?
When all the images of escape
reach down my throat
grabbing hold of a confused heart
When my eyes are so tired of electricity and light
light
light glaring down on my all-too-real person.
My self.
Self.
The word sounding cell-like. Of cells and cells
and cells and the impossibility of
escape.
When the angels fall, I become aware
of things again and again and again
And again I want to... unexist
Wish my words didn't come like my thoughts... all stuttery and peaks
silence
...and an ocean of angry questions.
