A brick wall hangs over me
ready to descend
break on me.
It is already sanding away
strands of hair
but still I straighten my shoulders
my back
push my head up an inch.
I do not know if beneath me
is a cement floor
or a hard meadow ground
curling with new grass.
I do not look
or feel it
but my scalp now turns
bloody, fleshy
grooves sting with brick dust
matted, messy
I whisper
to my nervous system,
"Just a sensation, just a
curious touch."
Living juice
seeps down to white fingers
where I anxiously pull
at my earlobe.
ready to descend
break on me.
It is already sanding away
strands of hair
but still I straighten my shoulders
my back
push my head up an inch.
I do not know if beneath me
is a cement floor
or a hard meadow ground
curling with new grass.
I do not look
or feel it
but my scalp now turns
bloody, fleshy
grooves sting with brick dust
matted, messy
I whisper
to my nervous system,
"Just a sensation, just a
curious touch."
Living juice
seeps down to white fingers
where I anxiously pull
at my earlobe.
Wow, I like this, and I love you. <3
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