It's dark now
in this room...

My heart is
stiller than
it was...

The hushed
rush of
warming airs
rising up from
inside there's...

I'm not often
with comfort
within these skins
I'm ins...

I sometimes
feel a rolling
!JOLTING!
like spinning
wheels
and
gasoline
on pristine
linoleum...

Only the tire
treads
are in my
heads...

and it feels
a tad bit
Creepy
trapped
within
my skins
unlike
the quiet
of this dark, warm
womb of my room

*still the rising airs of burned rubber smells quite badly...