brainhellhole overspill

i find my self curling at the fifth corner of my mind - a pentagon mind - all other four staring at me blankly, without intending to lend any piece of reprieve.

a fetus , floating in murky amniotic juice, i grapple to find the chord.

fists clenching. lips tightly pursing.

i realize, what time is it?

it  is time of fear. a time of reckoning and not understanding.

i find the cord in my curling corner, i am strangled - the chord.

i find my self curling…

~ by geniusness on November 21, 2007.