worn out memories are worming their way back washing up on the shores dragging detritus in their dreadful wake
my mind is bogged down swamped (is it my mind? whose? is it mine?) dark materials glow fluorescent sick neon the buried clambers up to surface hauling slimed trails flashing like trenchcoated perverts their suspectedunexpected wares
the past strips baring its unsunkissed skin behind my eyelids (whose? who is it?)
to peel means to unpeel to remove to skin means to take off the skin deskin. skinned.
memories unwrap themselves presenting insides up to glare (look, look, look look at me) the buried climb don't look back.
faces swirl in mist dissipate lose their edges soft flesh blur
i forget the corners of your smile (who am i though who is who)