Trigger Warning
what is this strange feeling in me,
that gnaws on my marrow.
it has followed me my whole life,
and yet always catches me by surprise.
i cannot move,
i cannot sit still,
i long for things
i’ve never seen before,
i miss people
i have never met.
i am held
by the gaze
of a thousand witnesses
to a crime
that never took place.
i am guilty,
sickened,
stretched,
alone.
as night leans in
to cast its shadow
i dance the wheeze
of the lone wolf,
i float like lead
on a sea of lead,
i feel dazed,
weak,
helpless,
i catch cries
in the back of my throat.
what is this strange
ride i am on,
nothing amidst nothing,
a curiosity among
corpses.