idanticawords

In my head,

time is sometimes running

backwards

shakes and trembles and

takes me back

back to when clouds were so

far away

back to when the sound of certain ink did not

spin the words around and

write sorrow all over this skin

all over me

takes me back, back, back

and I follow to the very start

but no matter how many times I do

it’s not getting any less painful

to wake up

shaking every dawn

and time is always running

backwards

Tell me,

could you read this ink

or am I all to

spun around?