the walls are moving
the ceiling is spinning
who can stop me from standing on aching feet?
my head aches and pounds with anger
papers are strewn across the room, money taped to inconvenient places
wait a minute
that wasn't there
who are you?
the alarms are blaring and my eyes are bleeding
four;
tic toc tic toc
five;
the walls melt into each other
six;
everything is melting
seven;
what are these faces I'm seeing
eight;
i didn't do it on purpose
nine;
I'm not wrong
dream;
death
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Poetryearth → purgatory → heaven // hell ↓ illusion my poem compilation from the past year ♤ lowercase intended ♤
