"Memories almost took shape... Weak lines crystalized. The Brain fog reappeared Before I barely got to five."
Mouth parse
Throat dry
Cotton tongue
Numbed brain
Can’t lie
Tell the truth?
All words taste the same
Eyes blink—blink twice
A single tear from the pain
A pair of eyes stare back
A blank slate’s what remains
Rewind back
For a sec
Can’t remember what’s my name
Can’t remember what you asked
Can’t remember why you came
There it is—a fleeting thought
A fragment of
A broken glass
Peer down
Blood-soaked sleeves
Cover shaking hands
A quick count—go
Orient and try to plan
Nose twitch
Eyes flit
Couldn’t even understand
Memories almost took shape
Weak lines crystalized, the
Brain fog reappeared
Before I barely got to five
And then
A memory shard
In my clasp
Essence drains from the veins
Reality sets slowly
Going lucid—was deranged
Mangled fingers
Clutch sand
As it spills
Dare not ask
What to do
When words fail
Clutch remnants of the [shattered] past?
