in her mind.
everything just piled up.
paths worn from room to room.
her head burned
thoughts loomed
she wanted fresh air.
she wanted her body not to be a trap.
“limbs like wings” she grinned – why not
not limbs like chains.
milky nerves, supple brains
she got locked onto things
longing gave into daydreaming
repetition to more repetition
familiarity
certainty
“was I hear before”?
I swear I’ve seen this place
