#mentaltorture

Being locked up….

As the train was drawing closer, she could almost hear those words,”why did your mother not give us a table?” “Why just a suit piece, where is the money to get it stitched?” She had an ominous feeling about it. She turned towards him, he will make everything better he is my husband! It was the darkest hour, it was fitting that she reaches here now. “How spendthrift is your mother, no one has any…

Mind blank in thought, trapped in a monotone tune. Density deserted atmosphere, space abandoned the galaxy. The view is a flatted gray--brighter than a hopeless black, but filthily staining an impure white. The phrases “lost in space” and “following a train of thought” become a fantasy--an idealistic, unachievable luxury.

So with the absence of functioning mentality, the flesh’s senses are drugged with sensitivity. Every ticking minute seeps through the skin, pricking bones at their joints. One can only dream to count down weeks while suffering a ritual turn of the earth. Twenty-four hours a day underestimates the unbearable cycle. The wrinkles age as turning clocks suck the blush from the my cheekbones. I can feel it.