Category Archives: stream of consciousness

long graceful fingers
naked
and growing like ivy
up pale cheekbones
leaving only the eyes
intent

do you ever
look in the mirror
and feel that fear –
climbing vine of panic
choking

which hands are real?
the longer you stare
the more those leaves of
nerves pressing
belong to someone else
the more those eyes
grow sparkling in wicked
suspicion.

repetition has a certain pathetic
ring
and an affinity
for short panicked breaths
tightening chest
then a
fistful of hair pulled
desperate.

if i told you
all these things
i was lying
if i told you
i was affected
lying too.

repetition that
two-faced vilian.
practice makes perfect
and this…
this…
a tick burrowing in.