minutes pa**
stretching lines into my past
people breath
in and out right next to me
closing hand
burning thoughts like a photograph
faceless frames of this life
lose all shape and color
and all this time the ground is rising
a broken body can never move on
i can see it clearly
i was never here
i can see it clearly
i've been dead all these years
paper thin
counting marks that stain my skin
lowered eyes
pa** the grid of my window screen
tiled floor
just the same as the hours before