frightened nerves, i think
settling in panicky tremors at the base
of my neck.
tried batting it away, make it
something crawls on me
It can't ever belong; my too-tickly skin can't
and the nose bleed
would be in and of the ordinary if i wasn't
the unfelt wind, the unheard outcry
shiver to make it all just
laying there, Derision ...
from bottom up, Black and White, i've read it
tried to believe the
heinous LIE it makes
of my life.
Benevolent Denial makes it garbled nonsense;
i'm safe ...