Don't Look At Me…

Don't Look At Me Like That

He doesn’t want to hear me say something, like:

There’s oceans of red swimming inside

Time is running ragged and rough

right through the tendrils connecting

each neuron; we are our own destiny

Never wants to hear words like:

What is it all worth for? Who is

weighing what; Lady Justice with her scales or some monster martyr

measuring our meaning?

Doesn’t know that:

Every sense triggers another sense, that is touch tends to send spirals of light, luminous and bright over my eyes, sound sends something soothing like snow

Like ice cold collecting on my fingertips

He looks at me odd, like:

There is something foreign sprouting from my brain, bouncing back and forth between us like a game of hot potato but I’m not too scared to hold on for longer, let me lose this game

When it comes down to it:

Out of the two of us, who is more insane?

By Slyvia Rose

From: United States

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