the static has tiptoed across me from my brain into my lungs,
electrifying each and every one of my breaths into
sharp icicles and lightning bolts.
white noise vibrating against my skin as the ice cold
waves
rock me back and forth
as if they are nursing a newborn baby.
the cold trickles down me and makes me shiver
my limbs are blue and my lips are blue and i am floating
floating
floating
somewhere safer.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
the static has tiptoed across me from my brain into my lungs,
electrifying each and every one of my breaths into
sharp icicles and lightning bolts.
white noise vibrating against my skin as the ice cold
waves
rock me back and forth
as if they are nursing a newborn baby.
the cold trickles down me and makes me shiver
my limbs are blue and my lips are blue and i am floating
floating
floating
somewhere safer.
