alone with the white walls and the lights humming

whatmi meant to do with so much absent noise? holding on to focus with the skinless whites of my eyes
drying out like potpourii in this echo chamber i conned my way to belonging
if i seep into the air like a toxic spore
forgive me my attendance, i am trying not to be here : sorry i cannot pay attention i am torn apart at the cerebellum like fruit thrown on the floor i am somewhere in the corners going bad
remember me by my stench

water trickles and wall clicks
settling down for the time being and if i look too long the world is bright
there is a sag in the middle of my mouth
the air is paused i am made to sit
i cannotdothis waiting