For an instant
I am of two.
An eerie enclosure
Of which time stands still.
Idle if only for a while.
Within the slip of a beat,
An unseen face,
Washover feeling of dread...
And within a glance
Merely a fleating sense
I've risked it all. And slipped.
I've slipped from reality.
Falling so deep...
Never far from this entrapment.
And yet,
The beating of a heart stands idle and constant.
The slamming,
The cracking,
The tearing of warm flesh.
A piece of me stands idle and constant.
And within that same beat
Muscles clenched,
Head spinning within a skull,
I've risen and forgotten.
Eyes set alight with humor
And passion.
For that was only a thought.
An idea burried under my skin.
Repressed
Restrained
Restricted.
Bound and controlled
Within the darkest chasms of one's being.
Held together by tortured flesh
And damaged minds.
Merely a thought.
Or so it would seem.

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