Masks, syringes and gloves playing on my vision;
Icicles pricking every cell in brain, spreading numbness,
Letting me lose all my weight and obscuring my vision.
Wings were slowly emerging, taking to heights,
it is strange here, a shop of garments, no, many!
Yes, only textiles here, sparkling ones to rags.
Are they abandoned? No owners in sight,
naked shoppers floating in search, they are many,
nobody returned in from the shops, am I right?
Eerie feelings crawled like snakes, so many disappear-
ing from the shops, yes I am quite sure, it’s so strange,
are the garments gulping them down to nowhere?
Price tags on the garments, shining more than the garments;
‘Your karma’ etched and scribbled names on price tags,
they search and possess and strangely disappear in garments.
This one looks so familiar, yes I like this and my name on it!
Should I keep this? I am tempted, a tug-of-war here,
the weightless me and this garment with my name on it.
It is engulfing me in, wings are broken, lot of chaos
Pipes pulling out of my throat, people handling me,
It’s so strange, my numbness letting me no response!
I am here in a green bed in a white room, walls staring!
Shadows, only shadows exist now, tossing me across
the thin lines of being and not being, mind hanging!