the hazy afterthought
of the bathroom so near
as I collide with the doorway
the blue dawn welcomes me in
bathed in my vision (the angel of fear)
tangled in torment and torture
silent screeches pierced through my ears

I know she has passed
a long time ago she slipped
but last night I found her wrapped in white water
crying from her wrists
and as she vanished my eyes opened
as I lay drowning in the minutes