A concrete slab.
Yes, I am lying there;
Night stretches on.
Time runs in reverse;
Memories are now:
weirdly frozen
fixated on moments of sickness
dizzy, rimmed with sourceless light
There, it is rolling up again,
dust and maggots fat with hypocrisy
In my exhausted throat.
I haven't breathed in days.
Deeper in, my heart keeps beating
There is blood all over,
and it dreams of freedom.
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