Freeverse 562

12/22/21

tempting like a tornado near a roof
cloud hands a centimeter away
my brain's employees cowering in the bathroom
my eyes see it but my eye is not calm and there is no center
green as scrutiny it will speed and disintegrate
they roll like dice
I'm using an ATM to withdraw thoughts
and holding myself at gunpoint

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