Time

time flows by

like a river in spate

billowing at the edges,

flooding the streams of thought

drowning the banks of reason 

the seams of my mind 

come undone. 

try to hold with all my might

the stitches, wayward,
flying out of my grasp.

like tiny droplets,
pearls of time
scratched, yet glinting,
in my palm.

distant as a chimera

vapours arise

bites of a wasp
tiny at first
then the skin engorged
flush with mangled memories.

liquid flows out
leaks into the void

shredded fabric of my being
drenched and fraying 

body wrinkled  

mind bent
scratched and broken and bent