My eyes are able to contort my thoughts in the darkness in such a way that behind my lids
puzzle pieces of scenarios are produced
They try to fit together
They become abrasive
adding friction to the texture of my mind

When I lift my body up abruptly from these makeshift thoughts
it feels like my lungs are flooded with double edged images
It’s like I’m resurfacing,
breaking through the thin veil between the elements of reality

And I sit up fast to find myself alone in the dark
gasping for air
I can prop myself up before I can feel myself
in the sleeve of my body
It makes me believe my movements are independent from my thoughts
My body’s mechanics are able to pull me away from what had trapped me behind my eyes