10:03 pm
i could stand to be alone
for some time
lose myself in the white noise
slip into the blur
contemplate the color yellow
right now
i just don't handle splashes too well
or too many teeth
around me all at once
armed like guns with something to say
urgent whispers
hoarse restraint
quiet as paper cuts
people steal me away
cart my flesh off in tiny crimson piles
my bones have been sore
rattling against each other
in their anemic cage
