dissociation
before any of this makes sense
i cant help but dissociate into the vortex
someone is down there on the porch steps
oh god, does this mean i am next?
vision obscured by a blur that wont clear
strapped up real tight in this car that wont steer
slammed into something that i hope was a deer
miles and miles later but its still near
thirst so fierce, trembling hands and tears
i swing and pierce, bloody face with no fear
a screech so loud these birds will always hear
i fall to the ground as the fog disappears…
and so do you, along with our sins