Symbolic Flashback (2-27-04)

Your hand on my skin
Burned so that I could
Not allow you to
Be near. The room grew
Small, a buss in my
Ears, as Faces bled
Together in my
Eyes. I could not breathe,
I could not breathe, and
You became him in
My disorganized
Mind. Thrashing, I screamed,
I ran. I could not
Breathe clean air without
Drawing him and you
Into me. My lungs filled
With the filth of his
Memory. Consumed,
By fear, I collapsed.