This is what today feels like.

Burgundy deep
between ribbon shreds
too thin to hold

Bubbles form beneath
the membrane
to accommodate the abscess

Popping solves nothing
but feels so good
that snap—snap—snap…

I’ve seen the dates
but imagine nothing of the sort

a marked stretch of time
left untravelled
beyond the marker

I feel something—
the words, sounds, colors
don’t come

Clocks don’t turn anymore
so they don’t strike the hour
when it comes around

Hands raised helpless
dare not whisper
moments will end

under mysterious circumstances

(29 September 2018)

 

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