The room tilts.
The ceiling liquefies into silver rain
and the walls breathe slowly,
like enormous sleeping lungs.
I taste copper clouds
coating my tongue.
Nicotine ghosts curl through my ribs,
whispering small electric promises.
My body becomes a hallway
too long for my footsteps.
Hands float somewhere behind me.
Legs drift like forgotten anchors
at the bottom of a black tide.
I am a lantern filled with fog.
The mind splinters into mirrors.
A thousand reflections whisper
Run.
Fly.
Dive.
Somewhere a dream opens its jaw.
Inside it
oceans spin upside down,
and I fall upward
through forests of neon coral
while the moon melts into syrup
over my skull.
Chemical constellations bloom
behind my eyes.
**** green smoke becomes vines,
climbing the cathedral of my lungs.
Liquor burns like tiny suns
rolling through my veins.
I chase them.
The glow.
The humming escape.
But the body grows distant,
a shoreline shrinking
through a foghorn of panic.
My pulse becomes a drum
lost in a cavern.
Someone inside me is screaming
into a pillow of clouds.
Someone inside me
is crying saltwater.
Someone inside me
keeps wandering corridors
with no doors.
The soul flickers like a faulty bulb.
Everything feels
odd
crooked
sideways.
Reality loosens its stitches.
I wander through hallucinated gardens
where flowers have teeth
and gravity forgets my name.
I am chasing the horizon
with shaking hands.
Trying to catch
that one bright second
where the sky opens
and I finally
escape.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 9:58 AM UTC
The room tilts.
The ceiling liquefies into silver rain
and the walls breathe slowly,
like enormous sleeping lungs.
I taste copper clouds
coating my tongue.
Nicotine ghosts curl through my ribs,
whispering small electric promises.
My body becomes a hallway
too long for my footsteps.
Hands float somewhere behind me.
Legs drift like forgotten anchors
at the bottom of a black tide.
I am a lantern filled with fog.
The mind splinters into mirrors.
A thousand reflections whisper
Run.
Fly.
Dive.
Somewhere a dream opens its jaw.
Inside it
oceans spin upside down,
and I fall upward
through forests of neon coral
while the moon melts into syrup
over my skull.
Chemical constellations bloom
behind my eyes.
**** green smoke becomes vines,
climbing the cathedral of my lungs.
Liquor burns like tiny suns
rolling through my veins.
I chase them.
The glow.
The humming escape.
But the body grows distant,
a shoreline shrinking
through a foghorn of panic.
My pulse becomes a drum
lost in a cavern.
Someone inside me is screaming
into a pillow of clouds.
Someone inside me
is crying saltwater.
Someone inside me
keeps wandering corridors
with no doors.
The soul flickers like a faulty bulb.
Everything feels
odd
crooked
sideways.
Reality loosens its stitches.
I wander through hallucinated gardens
where flowers have teeth
and gravity forgets my name.
I am chasing the horizon
with shaking hands.
Trying to catch
that one bright second
where the sky opens
and I finally
escape.
