Pain, coming in cuts, spades, fire, numbling, torch, hammer and few other thoughts and feelings

[02/2019]

There is no thought left,

The wider uncoloured space

Eating me alive inside it.

No more move.

Vacuuming your brain.

Derailing bunches of air,

Next to me.

Aglutinating the smell of fresh,

Until one can chew its misery.

I am falling into my body.

The fall is slow, I can feel the slide.

All anybodies around me

Cease to count.

Like shadows, they move my bunches of air

Until scratching my brain.

Wishes cannot make it to the heaven anylonger.