its curious. gone for so long, but it seems like time stopped

and everything remains the same.

when im alone, i walk stoop shouldered, small quick steps with my halted breath holding my heart in my ears, trying to listen over its ragged beat for footsteps, echoes, whispers...

everyone is following me.


paranoid. downright fucking crazy. voodoo. a read and wonder if its me youre cursing, and cringe to think that i dont know.

figments of me woven in your rumblings but vague enough to be anyone but me.

but me. paranoid. everyone is following me.


i dreamt an avalnche, a putrid river of bodies and shards. i clawed my way out, through packed icy snow for decades, bleeding broken fingernails stuck in the walls of this tunnel

that let me out into a white room with no exit.

i sat forever and melted.

you think you know me, but you dont. i thought i knew you and i was wrong.

exploded in a furious instant that would not end and i still havent forgiven you

and you will never forgive me.

your image of a bride

distorted and sharp...

blink it away.

you thought you knew me.



i guess we were wrong.