Behind These Eyes

March 14, 2012
shadows lurking
stirring in your darkest alleys
unswept streets littered with debris
flooded from your last break,
(shattered nerves fraying from disquietude)
when everything became too much
and you crumbled.

So you injected the sedative, one last prick,
breathed in the sweet anesthesia, and
became numb,
paralyzed, immobile,
a hollow shell,

A phone cut from its cord.

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