I feel the grains of sand fall as I
watch the twisted snakes
around my ankles crawl.
Surface of diamond glass,
window of memories
come to pass.
Flashes as sand rushes to my neck,
beaten black and blue
these bruises are trademarks
you never knew.
The pressure of all this dread
killing me, shred by shred.
Hearing all the hollow voices
reflection, buried by my foolish choices.
©sea_king
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