- I get dizzy at school. I'll be looking at a book or a screen and my mind will get heavy, like molasses pouring from the jar it slips down behind my head covering my neck and finally falling to the dusty ground. Or even worse, a linty carpet. I am slowly sinking into myself like slime. Like a slug that has been given a sleeping draft. My eyelids follow and my mouth can not move for it is slimed closed. I panic within a body that is unwhole, unmade. My mind is racing and yet my feet do not move. I will them to move, just an twitch, just an inch. Nothing. I want to escape, yet I am trapped in a body that is no longer a body. I am a puddle on the linty floor.
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