Shard of glass
the open wound
caught in my eye
(but invisible)
Point of knife
snail slithers
snakes slip between
my fingertips
Dead of night
a blacker sun
will never
rise
The past is
what we wear
inside
What feels
like life
(but inexpressible)
Look down below
I cannot see
my broken arm
my bloody knee
Ray of light
reverse the flow
of memories
Return to self
a different me
imperceptible velocity