Fractured Time
The world grows loud as you slip away
thoughts like mercury
quickly separating and running back together
images flash
bile rising
as the darkness pools behind your eyes
The return is silent
scenery changing
as if waking inside of a soundless dream
Thirstily gulping handfuls of cold water
icy shame washes through you
Frantically searching your mind
but all that remains
is the darkness
Angela Minard 2015©
This darkness is lonely
Desperately weary of living
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