My mind is full of static, like a motion of
Black & white snow descending on my
Reflections that are now being secluded
From the other.

Contours of barely visible echoes shudder beneath
The enveloping suffocation that is my own worst
Enemy. Blaming those secluded for the emptiness
Decaying underneath the sheath of nothingness.

I want to see the colour of red and white bleed from
My visual cortex, claiming them as slaves of my
Celled prison that I'm concentrated within.
Bone is stronger than reflections as I just stare within myself