Blackout

Pieces. Of what was already built and fell apart. Irremediably. Of the fallen ashes of a mind. The ashes of the mind. Ashes, hard and that scrape. Tear. You could say it’s madness. Too vague. Thoughts that come and go. Run, fall. A flash! It crumbles, ashes. That penetrate. Strange. In you, in all of us. In conflict, that clash and struggle.

Why do you scream? Why do you writhe and roll your eyes? Why do you smile? What makes you throw your body up high and tear the walls? Turn yourself upside down! Inside out or upside down. But let me see!
Innards.