Carbonite from Steady Midnight by exploding pages

I've got this second in carbonite:

your eyes are extra grey tonight

And the sun is curled into your hair

waiting at the top of the concrete stair well, well

we're all caught up in this

murder-suicide deathwish

One loose stitch meets another loose stitch

but, a there's tug on the corner of consciousness



now how do i make it stop spinning?



How do I hold the memory of this?

How do I remember to miss?

This extra grey second that barely exists,

before it's pulled back into the mist, and


I’m right back up in this

Motionless weightlessness

A stiched-together memory that barely exists, gets willed into consciousness,

Now how do i make it stay this way?

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