Excuse Me...

I slide past the red and blue lines of my paper,

and into the eye of my beholder.

Where in his eyes I reside a part of his memories.

The dreams he has don't picture me. Strange.

I am coughed into his chest and I choke him.

Fa-

lli-

ing

face first into his heart.. An organ I hadn't seen in years.

It still beats despite the void in my own.

Then suddenly I am plucked from his love,

and tossed heavily into the pit of his stomach.

He burps.

Excuse me...