My stitches finally came out
The last of them
Nothing hurts anymore
Soreness is bearable
My breathing is shallow
I can’t catch my breath
It’s not going down deep enough
It’s like I can’t yawn fully
All the time
My brain is boiling slowly inside my cranium
There is nothing to worry about
Nothing is wrong
Everything is safe
Nothing feels safe
They aren’t as violent anymore
These conquering ghosts
They only have a low voice
But they haunt me
There is a big hole
over which I fly like a helpless feather
It doesn’t always feel bad
and I never hit a surface
But I have no say
Where is the control?