Jan. 23, 2013
Dazed and Confused: Theme and Variation
I wake up
with my face pressed into linoleum,
ass in the wind.
Roll over,
shuddering to a seat,
pressing back into the bathtub.
The floor sticks to my hands,
and wherever I'm sitting is wet.
Slowly on my feet,
and the mirror's ghostly white,
Eyes sunk and dazed,
Ashen lips,
Teeth chattering.
I can't feel them chatter.
The ceiling bulb casts a pale light,
chilling.
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