i sit in quiet corners and watch the skin peel off my hands in layers
i stare at the dark spaces between things and spend too much time daydreaming.
i divide and divide and fall apart all over again,
crying while my lungs sing drunkenly medicated melodies to the blank whiteness of the walls.
i forget every day just a little more why i do things, and crawl along the baseboards winding all the clocks back.
i go mad and the insanity stalks the edges of my pupils, causing seizures, freezing limbs,
choking, exhaling, shuddering, sobbing, thrashing, miserable.
