Movement mired through the
murk and muck
Muddy boot-prints
tracking whereabouts across
Freshly mopped floors
Internal chemistry is
out of balance. Like the wavering
gymnast, hoping the time runs out before his turn, you stare deep within your
own eyes, and feel the anvils harness hold your cheeks and lids.
Suffocation hovers
close to every breath. Interruptions
glaze their disapproving postures, in such a way, whereas, your tongue is
dormant in it’s cavern, unprepared or willing to defend the order of the
actions spelt.
Toxicology
In suburbia.
ha. great title...this is life comfortably numb in suburbia...feel the anvil hold the cheeks and lids...great line that...nice build in this too fred...
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ReplyDeleteFreshly mopped floors... i find this an intriguing image which can describe disturbing real life events as well as an abstract state of mind..
Quite the depiction here today at your bay, with a weave of facial features that could scare off horror creatures haha like the suffocation of every breath too.
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