It trickles down my spine like your fingers did

Staring into steamy haze,

the place where I hid.

Skin ignites ablaze  

Complications roll off my shoulders  

refreshing my sore soul.

Your lips curve into a smoulder

my body loses control.

Everything burns

my heart dances in the flames

as it takes a negative turn

No more games.

But as the past washes away,

my body melts like clay as I beg you to stay.

Dead grass comes to life

Flowers bloom in the garden

Due stains the window

My body craves it, but I don’t want it

Every time I think of it, I sense the bile in my throat

Don’t give in.  

“I love the feeling, the burning.”

Can’t you tell? I’ve been raised like this

Indulging in the emptiness

Nothingness.

Eat.

Tolkien in my Ohio childhood
    And Oxford, twilight blue
     Frodo lives! Frodo lives!


       And Gandalf riding too.

I
  see
    twisting
  waves
of
  metal
    bending
  in
every
  direction


          LINES
GLYPHS  ANGLES
          SHAPES
  w  s  i  g
T  i    t  n

turn
     i
     n
     g

in EVERY DIRECTION
DIRECTION
  DIRECTION
    DIRECTION
      Direction
        direction

I stop in my tracks.
Am I the only one seeing this?

I scream.

"HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP! MY NAME IS [Redacted.], I AM A REAL PERSON! PLEASE HELP ME! HELP ME!!!"

Black.


Tindalos.