Bent image of dissected
Memories polluting my
Ears with distorted screams
Flashing friction across my
Heart with each punch at
The thin ice I tread on feeling
The blood of previous battles
Begin to drip down the corners
Of my mouth

I fall through and land on a
Patch of green grass smelling
The scent of a rotted reality
Fill my nostrils causing a ripple
Effect in my body exposing the
Virus in the...