In the Sky

Circles rotate vaguely and without color, There is indistinct comfort in the certainty of their dull direction, They swirl without stirring, hurl without impact Then, the tightness comes.  In the chest.  Grimace: Worry, concern, faster, fear, anger, Faster, Sweat, Tears, Blood. Small circles, compact discs, pulsing dots, points of light. Spinning like blades, screaming with … Continue reading In the Sky