my eyes have begun to ache
and i can't pinpoint the diagnosis
from the past lives of streams falling out then
or the time i've spent staring up at my ceiling fan
unable to feel
and letting only the sound
louder than bombs fill
the room without a floor
only interrupted by large fits of coughs
that shake me to the core
until i'm bent over myself
gasping for air
and then it would stop
and i'd lay back down
and wallow in the pain of my eyes
and mouth the words to morrissey
unable to feel an ounce of anything in these veins
other than physical
a/n: it has been a saturday of sundays
