head in a daze
body in a haze
feeling heavy, limbs sluggish
I wade not through a swamp but
a *** of broth, thick with fat
rich with meat, hint of green
cooked to melting, innards dissolving
into nothingness— and so the ***
thickens.
No thought, no movement, only
a deep laxation, eyelids drooping
down
down
down
down
and I
**** awake, the bus has stopped— not
my stop, and the dark beckons to me
again.
free writing, warming up— a warm up that went nowhere ****