Swamped

by Timothy   Jan 31, 2012


Such trauma,
how one can become consumed by invisibility.
Defiant and resistant.

Dead space,
Like a square box with edges as sharp as winter expectance.
The cold cut.

Drowning again,
unaffected by social interaction yet unable to listen to oneself.
Unable to choose decisively.

Crawling upon the mirror and reflecting,
A familiar face, a familiar painting,
Floating in the hollow dead space.

Such trauma,
How one can become invisible and human.

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