things start to slow down
in expectation of normality
a sense of sensibility
stopping for control
is a regularity
not questioned
it is a part of the equation
that makes up a part of the whole
as small pricilations
slowly disturb the glass
and faster shattering
everything rolling forward
and bearing to the side
shredded clothes
churned to
pummelled and perforated rags
greyed eyes witnessed
dripping thick juices through
cracking and shattering
whitened openings in skin
blooded and dusted
with disorganised meat
all apart from my
understanding.
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