crowded aeroplane poetry (things to do in situations where you can't work on your dubcon fic)

oh, but can you feel anything with people watching you?
or are you seeing through the eye of the camera behind the shoulder
some colour on black
cmd blinks and memories
all ambience and midnight and no words outside

but you know it doesn't matter what you follow
what matters is what you become

and if you made a list of what you were becoming this time
pretty bridges burned, no home to wander from
not admitting to any detail
(but to earbuds over umbillical lines
to songs with unsearchable titles
to a sock for every feeling
and every feeling is a vice
even when they're looking, they're not looking at you
there is no surface, just a bubble full of smoke)

machinery at rest inside
in stillness, nothing
the mill needs fuel.



(I may even make a post about how on my birthday I was awakened by epic food poisoning at half past two, did all the grunt moving stuff on empty due to not being able to eat anything, and eventually got to tampa at 2am yesterday. now I am in my sister's room in London and everything is awesomest evar.)