I slipped into the cracks between my fingertips

The cells there were large and vast

It’s somewhere between there

And the cold hard pavement I walk

A fine line

A line that’s fine

Ever so fine

Between the real and the imagined

From the ring on my finger

To the insect crawling on my shirt

From the pressing of a hand against my arm

To the calling of my name from outside the window

The man in black waits for me

La Premiere has gone away on a trip,

Leaving me alone here to battle my inner demons

Don’t forget the ones one the outside as well

So inside my cells, I am fractured

Splintered, shattered

Shrinking away

Gone from here and soon I will disappear.