This body of mine is just a container
for the words that are exploding inside me.
Someday cut me open and you will
find the unwritten poems that I'll bleed.

Your just a blip of my imagination
A fragmented state of my existence.
Your nothing. But, I guess you could be something.
What? I may never know.
Something called unknown.
I don't know you.
Do you breath?
Do you walk alone?
Where are you?
I don't know where your calling from.
Your name is Norm?
Oh, normalcy.
I never met you before.
Your strange, I will slither alone.