Bleached Dreams

---

The world flies past me even though I’m
standing still
Features are disfigured, eyes slipping into noses,
mouths melting off altogether
City lights sparkle then
blur
into a blazing daze as I
stumble.

The only sound in my ears is a remote ringing,
following close then fading away
into something else
Voices crowding my mind, collecting in my
forehead,
indiscernible from each other.

Raindrops falling from the heavens
are like crystals piercing my flesh,
each attack dissolving into the next
My whole body aches.

Each scent is sharp in itself: Sex
and sweat, cerulean cigarette smog
leaves me
gasping
for air,
firewater drips down his lips
the flavor forcing its way
down my throat but
my lips are sealed.
(I’ve thrown away the key)

The spirit of turpentine dances on my tongue
blistering with a bitter taste,
a fine dust corroding my pearly whites.
– White

Everything retreats to pure white powder
I am five peculiar people
Five sights five sounds five feelings five smells five tastes
that assume my attention
till my body breaks in two.

Lying on the frozen floor
my body burns away.

Help.
Me.