The world seems to slip away,
disappearing on us,
falling away from our eyes.
Everything seems to go dark
and I don't know who's who anymore,
if I'm still me and you're still you,
or we're whole new people
and a joke on identity theft comes to mind,
and I feel like giggling, but I'm too sick for that,
bile threatening to push up my throat and greet the floor
'Hello. Hi. How do you do?'
There's a wetness in my hands
I wonder if I'm crying
I blink. Oncetwicethrice.
The darkness seems to recede
I look down onto the red on my hands,
my body, the floor and you.
I close my eyes and tilt my head up
I'm kneeling, it's as if I'm in prayer.
I open my mouth,
wondering what holy words I may say
but all I can think of
is an Eminem song.
'It's three am in the morning'