The pixels refuse to leave
the screen. There was a...

In between the scars
where was the frame...

Death by rains.
No exclamation...

The ordinary life
and the passage of one thousand...

Like walking on coal dump
coming of age...

Where do
I go in dark...

Your stretched nerves
move, like a reptile...

You punish yourself
for not becoming a naught...

Becoming blind
in lightless depth...

A long pause
after my signature peel...

Sitting at a funeral;
in ashes, you search...

It heaves you up;
too antsy to stay...