Zona1

Cut—
Lights out
Still—
I see
Shapes—shift
Teeth—grit
Don’t—blink
Or slip
Breath—cold
Neck—tight
Turn—fast
No one
Walls—bend
Close—in
Skin—crawls
Under
Real?
Fake?
Split—
Break—
Sometimes I wonder if I suffer from phantasmagoria—
Sometimes—I don’t
World—twists
I can’t—hold
Sometimes—it won’t
Voices—call
No one—there
Choke—
Air—
Losing—grip
Losing—control
Sometimes—I don’t
Stop—
Wait—
Hear—
That—
Step—slow
Floor—cracks
Eyes—wide
Don’t—look—back
Nothing—there
Still—feel
Everywhere—
Real—
Pull—down
Drag—in
No—out
No—end
Me—?
Or—something—else—?
Locked—inside—
Myself—
Sometimes I wonder if I suffer from phantasmagoria—
Sometimes—I don’t
Faces—form
Break—apart
Tear—through
Dark—
Close—edge
End—near
Taste—fear—
Sometimes—I don’t
I—SEE—IT
I—FEEL—IT
NO—ONE—BELIEVES—IT
I—FIGHT—IT
DENY—IT
CAN’T—DEFEAT—IT
IN—MY—HEAD
IN—MY—SOUL
NO—CONTROL
NO—CONTROL
CUT—THE—LIGHTS
LET—IT—IN
TEAR—MY—MIND—
FROM—WITHIN
DRAG—ME—DOWN
BITE—THE—CORE
OPEN—UP—
THE—DOOR
PHAN—TAS—MA—
GO—RI—A
PHAN—TAS—MA—
GO—RI—A
Close—eyes—
Does—it—fade—?
NO—
Comes—back—
WORSE—
Face—fear—
Let—me—go—?
NO—
PULL—ME—
DOWN—BE—LOW
Sometimes I wonder if I suffer from phantasmagoria—
Sometimes—I don’t
Trapped—inside
World—I—made
Sometimes—I won’t
If—it’s—fake
WHY—SO—REAL
CUTS—MY—THROAT
Think—I’m—healed—
Sometimes—
I—DON’T

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