this room has a belly,
and right now
i sit on a bed
inside it.
inbetween the fan's drone
and the motorcycle on the street,
i light another cigarette
just to respond.
the darkness is hungry
and i have nowhere to go.
the motorcycle drives away
and i swear
the fan is only getting louder.
when i think,
the thoughts just reverberate
in every direction,
bouncing
like blind lazer beams
within the stomach's lining,
until they hit me, launched
through every pore of my skin.
this is when i'm paralyzed
from the head up.
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