More ruminations - The Void: Mind Wanderings of a Lost Soul
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I panic,
I put up a blackwall,
with a glass door-
so easily shattered.
I mark my face with normalcy
as my eyes speak of their terror.
And in the black room is violence,
sharp points scratching at necks,
bodies given to save lives,
smoke blurring all nights
crack replacing the taste of food.
Memories that never fail
to rip fresh wounds.
And secrets so tightly held
even as they begin to fray.
A stone face,
a stone fist.
I vomit and scream....
and then the wave of novacaine numbness
as the black wall goes up
punctuated by a glass door.
--May 5, 2001

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