The realm of the impossible before me.
I fell in, like it was a swimming pool.
The night was so crisp it cracked under the weight of me.
Stars blistered on my skin. They drink me in,
till I am only a pin prick on the canvas.
Split lip on a mannequin. Not painful or significant.
I am all these things,
or am I nothing?

This question scratches at my gums like acid.
Falling further into the unimaginable
I cannot be extinguished. In the murky waters
I seem to lose my limbs. I do not feel a thing.
Creaking folds of me unfurl and I feel
the morning drawing in.

Sleep has me blistered and I can only hear
time around me tearing.