Trace the skin
The walls
The pounding of the blood
Deoxygenated with every helpless gasp.
Every lifeless gasp
Every echo, lavender blooming.
The tomb of perception.
Disembodiment. Disconnection.
Faintly sounding headlights
Step closer. Nearer.
Nearer than I have ever been;
My hands reach out, and retract.
My eyes retract.
Disillusion.
Five feet. One mile.
I'm dizzy. Nauseous.
Every echo, lavender blooming.
I'm lying. Crawling.
About all things.
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