I shoved fistfuls of ice into my eyes and mouth, and I thought: Now I am away from it all.
The air is warm, is black, smells of vinegar acids - wanting to dissolve to a vapour,
to disappear,
to be ice-cold,
knife sharp,
to cut,
to sear,
to burn,
but the light frays my nerves, hurts my eyes and then it's over.
You're ill; I'm drinking, it's morning…
My skin blusters from grey to pink to scarlet.
The taste is new on my lips, is coppery, burns my tongue.
The air is warm, is black, smells of vinegar acids, as a hand of spindle-thin bones cut through my own.
And though the red-light zone I want you to walk me home, but you snatch your hand away, you say "..." and the light frays my nerves, hurts my eyes and then it's over.
You're ill; I'm drinking, it's morning…
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