Misogi

The most terrifying thing I can think of right now
Is a flash flood in a familiar room.
Your possessions, the more totemistic of which float about you
While your mind and body float around in confusion
Just knowing, eventually, fear and confusion on the bookshelf,
You realise whats about to happen and try for the door,
Panic-stricken thoughts projected like darts through the salt
Almost dissecting them in patterns.

The door isn't locked but everybody you ever loved continues at a drier pace,
Wondering why you drink so much, and will you ever awaken.

Awaken

You pinch yourself in an almost laughable way
Noticing the colours on the Dali coffee table book brushing past your earlobe
The progressive stages of desperation are as follows,

1.Shock
2.Disbelief
3.Hyper ventilation
4.Anger
5.Hyper ventilation
6.Exhaustion
7.Why me?
8.Defeat

Wallowing in a sea of self-pity, the balcony door slides open,
Kicking off a wall, you lunge towards it

But stop midway because you know there will be worse fates at hand,
At thought.

In succession.

Just embrace this inhuman,unworldy moment


For a while longer.


Farewell.