minutes pass

stretching lines into my past

people breath

in and out right next to me

closing hand

burning thoughts like a photograph



faceless frames of this life

lose all shape and color

and all this time the ground is rising

a broken body can never move on



i can see it clearly

i was never here

i can see it clearly

i've been dead all these years



paper thin

counting marks that stain my skin

lowered eyes

pass the grid of my window screen

tiled floor

just the same as the hours before