memories and remnants spread sinewy,
like plasma but chewy across the sheets,
stinging then fleeing
leaving a deceiving
splattered across the floor.
i trust faded perception
and frighten strangers
for some form of connection.
as the heart purports to cry more so than it lies
the truth shall never "truly" arise.
leaving languid language
what is essentially interpreted
through three eyes.
yet, sadly a ghastly
and a mostly