Feel the frazzle of nerves,
uncertainty looming,
filling the air, a susurrus
of delayed sensation,
something tangled
in the airwaves,
interfering,
preventing
connection.
You can't touch it,
but you feel it,
deep down in the marrow
of your bones,
them bones
them bones
them butchered bones,
skin stretched tight,
trying
to hold it all in.
system failure,
everything inside
exposed to the air,
that wicked catalyst
sparking and crackling,
cackling at you,
your frazzled nerves
fraying around
the edges, edgier
than before.
Maybe there's nothing
on the other side,
nothing
to
con-
nect
to.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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