there are things i can't see.they swish and gasp in the puddles of my inner ear.
slightly buzzing across the blood in my brain they are making waves that i can't ignore; that i feel in the back of my shoulder blades.
a nauseating tide that rises and falls so quickly i start from the tall grass and end in the middle of the ocean in seconds.
something has changed now. my inner ear is still. there is nothing struggling against gravity.
now, with my ears submerged in the deep salty blankets there are things i can't hear.
and all i see is an unsettling shade of refracted blue. no edges, no margins.
a reflection of a boy standing in front a mirror. a ghost in the skies.
and his stare is yours; made of the dark middles of hurricanes.
