How much does it take to push someone over the edge?
Sometimes a touch imprint can make me fall over the roots
hitting mountain rocks and thorns of weeds
a trapeze artist doing tricks
with scars and thick black blood rising to the surface
of the imperfect delicate skin.
Hitting the bottom
a freight train
has breaks that aren't instant
losing the impressions of sanity
leaving my brain unzipped
wanting to obliterate itself.
Watching the iridescent dress zip slowly down
feeling the touch of special nothings
so used to being used
that drive the impulse of psychosis
Megapixels that haunt me
through out the diurnal day.
Romantic clickable squares
Megapixels assemble to become my match
a string cutting off the circulation of my index
that leads to another
lost- tied in knots
Untangled to find it sawed in two.
Megapixels making it accessible
comparing oneself to
another's synthetic appearance
ruining His masterpiece
to become the definition of perfection
and analysis candy.
Thinking that they mean nothing
Megapixels form together to create meaning
negative connotations, death threats
people doing the unthinkable
causing collisions that end existence
invisibility turns out to be a myth.
Who knew? Megapixels
come together forming the fingerprint
that sends me over to oblivion
deciding my future of reality
eyes locked to the screen
hours of never ending reminders.
Drowning my being with arsenic sugar
cannabis steam sitting in my blood stream
shooting it, popping it
drippings of cold plasma
tie it before jumping
trigger causes a crater of elements.
What if the bad overpowered good?
Megapixel club of cereal killers
one after the other
drop like flies that had no chance against the
loss of oxygen
tinny Megapixels that start the apocalypse.
It's starting. Warning.
If you don't control yourselves
you will end like me; like the others
that didn't have the choice
of being pushed over the edge
There is no going back once you fall.
You don't stop
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