dear stephany.

the painkiller

bricks show through white textured walls
screaming their story with such an empty hospital feel
so dull
unforgiving floor
back down & face up
movement across ceilings
strips of fluorescent lights

echoes from corners yet to be felt through
dazed & vision hazing
sedated, no more struggling
ties thrown across chest & forehead forced back
towards the walls meeting in shadows air
air hanging thick with calm marked in movements of fingertips

the stage is set to pour it out & fall out
terrifying serenity
wondering which one of us will fall first

shuddering, shivering as the pressure lingers
break thumbs force hands through these ties
but did you miss the connections?
haven;t you been here before?
it won;t be gone long
skin will hold the bones together
crawl down the air duct, cinctured aluminum cell
this claustrophobic escape in grasping desperation
powers down engines, wake the shores.

music: something corporate; konstantine
mood: melancholy