I hurt myself more. She tells me her suicide plan. Sirens scream down asleep streets. 

I check myself in. I hear the blizzard. I tell them I don't want to slit my wrists. 
I shake and bleed again. 
I get high. I smelled the plasm. 

The clerk knew my favorite. 
Once secretive now predictable.
I knew his face but not his voice. 

My mind drinks. Yet my throat is dry.

My visions get stronger. Once translucent, now full opacity - 

I see visions before I people. 
I see figures before I feel emotion.
I see a blizzard when I feel heat.

I feel insects crawl in my thighs before I taste their poison.
I smell clear plasma when I see there's nothing there.
I feel their touch when I close my eyes.

I see their footsteps in my head and hear their feet.

I world is chaotic noise. Yet I hear an orchestra.

The conductor has no face. 
He is built up of light.
I feel his presence to my right.
I turn and he disappears.

I see blue light move over the wall.
I wait and see their feet walk towards me.
They have no torso.
Their steps sync to my chest.

My ears ring out.

Yet my tongue stays dry.