Projector on the screen.
You paint pretty pictures—
places you can't reach.

Feel it slip away,
drip from your fingers,
the weight of your brain.

And when you wake up,
you'll find
there's nowhere for you to run.

Yesterday chased you
to the surface of your skin.
Peel off the shade
from your eyes—
stings like a band-aid.

When you wake up,
you'll find
there's nowhere for you to run.

I hope you wake up
and find
there's nowhere for you to run.
I hope you wake up.