Electricity runs through my skin. There is a buzzing just below the surface. It’s like wasps in my veins going round and round, but they are not reaching the target. like a circuit contained but not wired in.
Cold mercury flowing in my veins a heavy poison dulling my senses. A bonnet of gauze surrounds my brain. It sends its toxic threads into my neurons. It tricks my synapses to connect with its mass of blank grey gauze.
It’s a facade, a drama, a play acting out the unreality of life’s meanings. My eyes see through the woven cage of threads. Black threads cast lines of shadows on the life outside.
Inside my self, not seeing a way through the thicket, the web of lies and stories of deception and fantasy. Me not connected or connecting with whats real..what is real? The settled contentment of the dull emotionless flat affects. Comforts but itches twitches shakes my hands..itches to move to do to act but twitches backwards awkwardly failing. I am changing ..into what?
This fired current in my bones a charge of lightning there! then as suddenly gone…dissipating into the false connections of black threads. My arms tangled in the shadowy gauze. My legs tripped on the shadowy lines. I cannot move forward. I cannot move backwards. I am trapped in a distant cage. It is deep in the folds of grey numb matter, clouding all connections from neurons to neurons.
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Living on the Edge 