Far Behind

It was break of day
when the heavy sun
bled on me, shedding

skin but left my eyes
shining: yellow veins
and translucent arms

jitter without aim,
red with insanity or
rolltide–Stop. “Pins

into the soles.” It’s
what she wanted,
but this doesn’t

make it sound…
Sometimes I feel
like I’m the crazy

one, I see everything
so differently
than everyone else…

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