Blister Winds

Let me fragment.

Thin sheets limit me and tightly bind thought. Trapped, I'm weeping soft ballads of loss and bitter regret. Shed tears and think of yourself. Mirror parodies laughing mock jawed and leather tongued. Words bubble and seethe, poison fanged to gnaw and devour will. Vacant faced hunters wrap tighter as I seek to scream.

Caught and trodden, mired in ruin and dust, what now? Thin slithers of next drift like end song from surrounds. Ways out and maze traps, dead ends with false gods and lies: sex and drugs and love and hope. Chains of mortal burden, founded deep in immaterial fictions; "it's not all that bad".

I admit. I don't know. Bless me, take me, stop this before I'm sick. Islands of half digested self in a sea of future bile. That way is meaningless, nihilism adsorption gifted power to the things that flit shadow predator forms in dreams. Feed yourself or fly, morph through fluids and gases and vacuums into all. No see, no do, no know, no you. Be me and all. Cast deep your nets and let you drift.

Fragment.