I'M LIEING ON A STIFF COUCH WITHOUT A BLANKET. I AM AWARE OF THE COLD. I FEEL NOTHING. ANYMORE. AFTER. A FEELING OF TERROR ABSOLUTE. AM IMMOBILE. I. FEEL NOTHING. EVERYTHING. EMPTY. AN EMPTY TERROR. LIEING. FACE. TOWARD THE CEILING.
THE STREET LIGHTS CAN BE SEEN THROUGH THE LIVING ROOM WINDOWS. NOT LIVING. NOTHING. NOT TERROR.
THE LIGHT FADES IN AND OUT OF LONG RED DRAPES THAT BRUSH THE CARPET. BLINKING. MOISTURE. RUN DOWN. SCREAMING TO POOL. EMPTY. NOTHINGNESS. AFTER. TELEPORT. DEAD.
I HAD CRAWLED HERE TO LAY. DARK. DOWN. DISFIGURED. PAST FURNITURE. OUT. BED. EMPTY. EXCEPT.
YOU LIEING THERE.
DON'T BE SO TENSE.
JUST RELAX.
I AM AWARE OF YOUR HAND ON MY ARM SLIDING DOWN DOWN DOWN. FEEL. ING. EMP. TY. COLD. TERROR. NOTHING. NESS.
DON'T BE SO TENSE.
SHIFT SHEETS. SLIP. STIFF. COLD. INSIDE. FREEZING MY EYES SHUT WITH PAIN. LIPS. SILENCED.
TIME COLLAPSES. TELEPORT. DEAD. TO CRAWL. TO STIFF. TO COUCH. EMPTI. LIGHT. STREAK. NESS.
TELEPORT. DED.
DRAPE.
IT TAKES YOUR BREATH. MEMORY. TERROR. EVERYTHING.
AGAIN. TIME STOPS. FOR SOME. FOR THOSE WHOM TIME ENDS. WHEN TIME CEASES TO BE IMPORTANT. FOR A MOMENT. FOR SOME. TIME CHANGES. TRANSFORMS. TERRIFIES. AND LEAVES YOU. SOME OF YOU.
FOR SOME. IT CHANGES. AWARENESS. PERHAPS.
TIME SHOULD NEVER FOLD.
Quick On-the-Road One-Handed Note: The Rumpus for My Birthday
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Learning to write lefty.
And to peck
at the keys like
a poet.
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