Where am I

What if,
as you lay on your bed
swim through the crowds 
wander about the kitchen 
you're lost
in your own house
in your own school
waiting for the map to make sense
what if,
between sheets of skin
you feel lost
climbing up your spine
hands pushing your skin
trying to worm your way out an ear
shimmy up your throat
balancing on the bones
swinging from the viens
crouching in the lungs
staring at the map
it could as well be a take out menu
it makes no sense at all
not now at least
but you can feel it
vibrating in the arteries
pulsating in the blood
drumming like the heart
the day you realize
where you are
is close
so close
but for now
lazily drooped over the brain
you're lost in yourself


 

AvaClaire

VT

18 years old

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