hynagogic text messages

my brain says:
the crust separates from the mantle
and vibrates the miles that surround it.
ceramic tiles on an un-glued surface
they rattle like the empty shell of a corpse filled with bones.
my optic nerve travels a similar root/route,
plucked and sawed like a stringed instrument
the blood rushing to my head on the weekends doesn't help.
i can only scream so loud.
it doesn't work.

a vampire-blood-lust, throat parching hunger sears my esophagus
literally a blood-lust
but i've held my breath and silently vowed to stay untouched.
i can self satisfy in other ways

this month, it's halloween every weekend.
but if i ever see your devastating face around
i'll rip your clown mask right off at the seams.
you sewed it on for permanence.

detachment from safety and attachments to strangers
i relax my fingers then apply a velcro grip
i'm so backwards.

the letters are all jumbled in my alphabet soup
my eggs scrambled when i wanted them poached
cerebral-stuffed microwave ovens pile up at my feet.

i have so much to say but i've lost my voice
i drink tea with honey to attempt to regain it
only time will tell

reality says:
i'm irrevocably, eternally falling completely apart.