I am a slow motion fall deeper into fear. The electric green of my personality shocks, yet how I take form in the shape of an X. Close in on myself, sweat with anticipation. I am the number 17 an insignificant flash, like a strobe light in your mind. Rough like tree bark I am a brick wall. I swim into my red veins deep within my black mind. Lost- I canβt see Even with my eyes open. I feel around the rough sandpaper edges searching for an embrace. Breaking glass sounds I come apart.
I need more time for a title but still wanted to share this.