10-04-17

in class

That sensation
That fear of losing control
of my body
For it to move on it's own volition
Making my dismissed will manifest
And then my vision freed from my eyes,
watching my skull broken upon the table
bleeding like a sacrifice
from my body to it self,
Breaking myself
But I hold on
I keep fearing
The lost control, the movement released
The ongoing momentum
Success and I die
I break my skull