It’s a hoarder’s paradise

An overloaded mess

I have too much junk stuck in my head

An invasive mind melt of memories

These flicks they tick on this broken reel

Flashing Hitchcock scenes

Down the rabbit hole on mescaline

I shake it off maybe for a second

Before it resets

Recess

Piled to the top of my cerebrum

Seeping from my pores onto the floor

Fuck, I remember this from before

Taking over muscle control

As my heart seize and convulse

It’s curtains I say, curtains

Because this cliffhanger just cut the shit out of my grip

 

-Andi C E Smith

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