energy

the sound from the laptop dims
and another grows louder – a faint whirlish whoosh
it’s a spinning wheel set on a torso
weaving.

the stories exaggerate the imprints
she stamps her foot and snorts her nose
but freshness deludes
breathless.

the smell of inside suffocates
and the juice rushes outside – fits of convulsions
the arid suck thirstily
parched.

weary tongue screams in protest
joined by droning noise of the radio
but the sound loses the sight of the direction
disoriented.

her eyes search for a small recess
but many others glare – all contemptible
sitting cross-legged nowhere she stares back
emptiness.

years of hollow existence
she remembers yesterday with clarity
but finds each new day blurry
fatigued

hands play laboriously on the keyboard
the mind tries to switch off – alternating sleep
holding scratch of this and that
restless.

closer scrutiny reveals countless traces
and dialogue flings open inlaid patterns
still it’s a smudged appearance
madness.

switching off the laptop and the radio
she laughs quietly – a satirized version
maintaining a precarious hold on sanity
recharged?

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