Casualty

In the moment nothing is sacred, nothing secure.

The mind decays in neglect, rusting indeterminably in the heat of a forgotten noon. Amazing that feeling, even pain, is relief. We all feign amusement, she nothing but a mistress of slovenly tactics. Staring frozen and free, inside the cage that is her body, she clicks and cries aloud.

I know nothing but sickness. God, you could snap me like a twig.

We engage, pulling hair intoxicated. Ambushed by light and adrenaline, my body reacts independently of my mind. Panicky blue. My pipe dream is debilitated and spurred on simultaneously.

We swim in the shallows, we stashed our brains in the fertile riverbed. My hands are numb, my heart ablaze. I hang from the proverbial rafters, splintered and searching, further action pending further communication. Demonstrative as I am, my lips may be my final recourse. I urge you, contemplate my soul as it exits my mouth.
And then-

I am silence, eyes open unseeing.