Like a serpent it tears through me; Conducting my body in turns and twists, as it pleases, as the warmth pools in pits in my stomach, my gut tells me to *****. I feel detached. Forever lost in a void, the empty space of a thought that I truly am alone. "Help!" I yell, over and over and over like a damsel in distress.
I am too tall, too dull. my body is too far for me to reach and grip and curl up and pity who I used to be and who will I become, after the blue light of my phone dies down and falls down through the sewer hole in London Soho. And all the while I stand, unforgiving of the past, erasing my name on documents but still looking back at Them.
I'm always gonna look back. I'm never gonna escape Hell. and while Hell is Paradise and Paradise is Purgatory, and the choice is mine, but I will never be able to decide; Is it better to die or to die and keep dying, until I am reborn and never seen again by the Neighbours next door who last saw me drinking coffee and reading a poem.