Half awake in dreams we slept

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I am a fire hazard.

The stars are bleeding through the trees/ and it’s been days/ feels like weeks/ since I’ve been able to see/ See straight enough to know/ if my feet/ are actually on the floor/ or moving in a direction that isn’t leading to a self obstructing door/ I’ve been gasping for air in parking lot cracks/ and taking in smoke to fill in the gaps./ my mind/ is in a paralyzed state/ of consumer indulges and vapid waste./ an intelligent thought hasn’t passed in weeks/ just empty movement/ from one place to next./ a stranger in my own battered skin/ how the fuck do I stop the walls from screaming again?