Strangers in my room

With clipboards and vacant expressions

.Staring.

.Staring.

They chew on glass bullets with rubber teeth. and. weave spider webs around my paranoia with the tar that glues their mouths shut so tight

Try to hide

I rub my tears against the rotting butterflies that lay shriveled in those vines of death. and. dream of sweet-smelling corpses

Oh no…

Trespassers in my room

With needles and no explanations

.Tearing.

.Tearing.

At the veins that entwine my body and injecting me with venom that covers my eyes with numb hands.

Sinking faster. and. faster

With the wings of a vulture, I slip into the spaces of time. and. I can feel my feet pounding on the cement as I try to run on broken legs

Because

The intruders in my room have now got telescopes and the glass in their gums is painting graffiti on my skin.