Growing Shift

frantic, midst a flash
of blind panic,

clutching for shadows
in sheets,

i feel my insides
hum her warmth through
gaps in rust
teeth,

and notice each stipple in pattern
splattered across my
cave ceiling,

each dot’s a
car’s frozen skeleton
on heaven’s
freeway,

and these hands over
my heart are
too stiff

to wave them
‘good day’

+++++

though i wave anyway
through comas and all day,
yet no body moves,
so nothing
shifts.

except distance growing
between rock bottom
and the cliff.

Grumpy Gorman
igramhttps://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en

be kind to others during the growing pains… thanks for reading.

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