Mumbling.
Dragging my feet heavy with dreams.
Blinking.
Please come back and finish me off.
Touching.
I miss you. These people are intimidating, scents unfamiliar. Sometimes your silence makes the sweat drip louder, so instead I opt to sit still.
Brilliant.
Colors sink their teeth into my eyes, fluttering past dying thoughts, begging for my sanity.
Who needs that shit anyway.
Safety.
Docile pit bulls, marble fountains, jewels. War, bombing, guns, whizzing bullets, man down, family down. Recreation of the murder of the elephant.
Slow-motion.
Blood cracking ruby fingers across charcoal rubbed skin. Running like hair. Falling bodies like gravity.
Rinse.
Repeat.
Release.
