Word Salada

Forcing myself to eat words

And spit out understanding

Or anything

As long as it doesn’t sound dumb

Facing Fear

I’m running through faces

I’m flicking my wrists

Carefree down the street

The onions stab my eyes

But I try not to cry

As the faces lean in

Closer and closer

Rotten Mind

There’s a fly inside of me

That I try to ignore

But it keeps bloody buzzing

Away in there

I try to drown it in booze

But it dodges it

I try to punch it

But I only hurt myself

I try to smoke it out

But it’s unfazed

 

The buzzing gets louder

When I try to sleep

I wake up to its noise

Barely with it

 

I don’t remember a time

It not being there

But it’s getting louder every day

To the point where I can’t hear

Other people

Or, myself

And

That’s dangerous

Thinking

These thoughts I feel

Bear down on me, they add themselves

Onto my back

They drag me down

Their weight increasing

I think about it

The load just gets heavier

I think about that also

Until I can’t move

And so I think about that

Until I’m crushed by its weight

A Million Angry Flies

A million flies blind my view

Their swarming black bodies buzz against me

I can feel their sick warmth

They are all I can hear

All I can

See

I walk

In search of an exit

The more I move

The more aggrivated they become

Their buzzing changes tone

Landing en-masse on my pasty skin

Vibrating their wings so rapidly

I begin to melt gradually

I close my eyes in absolute

Terror

 

The buzzing stops

I open my eyes

Slowly

A pure white horizon

Burnt out silver sun

I see her silhouette

 

I swear I can hear harps