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the floor doesn’t vanish; i can still feel it below me it just feels like i’m not pulled down to it anymore like i can’t reclaim my gravity i become a blank sheet of paper buzzing static silence i don’t trust the brain i once called my homeland it’s vanished, too, in the pounding seemingly (in retrospect, it fasincates me how one part can be looking in on the world, the other on its outside looking in, but in the moment i can sense that division and it scares me) manic but not happy the vague opposite of happy my brain has switched frequency spinning too quickly running too fast tapping doing without thinking so it doesn’t mean anything heart punches the beggining of my neck dragging me away from myself into a montrous stranger scribbles with no order insanity i am floating for one awful moment i don’t know how to restore my gravity
She churns in her sleep Her mind a rose coloured ocean behind her eyes A pain tinted lightning storm of suffering Her lids flutter, lashes tangle as she falls Mummified in lavender sheets Her heart preserved in slick black oil, her body lost to the waves of her loneliness She cried out, but no one was there Just an echo of her once beating heart in the withering walls