Slip
F
A
L
L
Trip.
Bite
My
L
I
P.
Hold my
H p
I  s.
Touch my senses,
Wherever you are.
I'm lost
Forgotten I
Think by far.

"What's wrong with you?"*

That **** question
Destroys me every
Time someone asks
For I have these words
Waltzing in my head
But they cant seem
To get the steps just right.
They keep tripping
Over twisted imagery
Crawling across
Wilted floor boards.
Splinters sewing
Themselves into
Anything they touch
Keeping every hope
Of an explanation
Tangled together
As nonsense.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

-ARI

Glass frame
Continued pain
Sudden realization
Define rationalization
Could it be
That what I see
Is nothing more
Than it was before
But now I notice
Life in focus
That all things change
Nothing will be the same

Me and fries are like stars in night skies. We belong together.