Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Possessed

 
I lie flat on my back
spreadeagled
life seeps through my pores
mingles with the earth
around me, saplings raise their heads
and wither

I count seconds with my heartbeats
time slows down
blood coagulates
breath freezes
it hangs in the air above my face
posing existential questions

The mind empties
one memory at a time
one thought at a time
until nothing remains
but your words
in what had once been
my brain

 Also published in the Issue #29 of Tipton Poetry Journal

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