Falling through plastic floors,
clinging unto tinsel shutters.
You’re slipping through my mind behind
dilated eyes,
freezing before my
pixel soul,
which you pulled
apart – dot by dot.
Bubbles fall
through my ears
bursting,
awakening my
consciousness, but my mind still blocked off
by electric pain
tingling down
the mother-board, of my… eternal kind.
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