Dead

Images hit the wind
I walk in front of me
Former pasts leave puddles
In place of footsteps
Nothing to trace but the ripple
Circles make for graver mistakes
In a space of straight lines
I aim for the fire
But my voice drops like a
Rock in my watered shadows

I stop.
I feel. Dead. Likened to
To bodies down in the ground
I can’t seem to skip.
Round and round me
Comes a web
Trapping pretty ladies
And their unmade babies
Wave my hands
Nothing breaks the sight
Of what I’m becoming

Dead. Flat. Affect me. Affect me.
Drown me.
Hold down my head until I gasp.
Dead. Flat. Affect me. Affect me.
Drown me.