a painting with white on white
A Heart with no love and Mind without ideas
I coil up in my bed, like a lifeless corpse.
My fingers keep tapping the white screen
To keep from darkness, this winter night.
My feet frozen from the cold breeze
Reluctant to hide under the blanket.
Pupil wide open, like a black hole!
devouring a vortex, from the box of light.
Half my face plunged into the acid pillow,
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Other half still numb with pins & needles
I feel like two-face, not literally
But my conflicting ideas of love and hate
Of creation and destruction.
Narcissism, my reflection in mirror smile
Smile! Grin! Mouth grows painfully wide
White and black melt into a rabbit hole dream, a grey labyrinth.
Tears freeze into opaque crystals,
The box of light disappears from my palm.
Battery dies! The cocaine dream ends.
I settle down on the pillow, down from the high
But am still awake, still numb as the sun rises.
