Parallel Universe

Madness is the bridge to cross
to enter the parallel world
stupefied by calmness of serenity
I look back and see
the molecules of nerve endings
in blue and red pulling me back
like snakes of Medusa
hypnotizing me as a cold stone
into oblivion of realm.

There I am;
a speck of light in blackest black
dancing with my broken doll
with no arm
weightless and soundless
twirling in a white nightgown
with one torn shoulder strap
whipping against the raw skin
reminding me of
the pain on the other side.

This non-existence
stagnates all thoughts
the rendering flesh of my heart
trapped in a cage of bones
brittle and fragile
soon turning to dust
blown over bridge of madness
unto the other side
illusion of pollution
diseased imagination.

In the midst of my grey cells
a ruined dwelling:

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