As I Disintegrate

Distortion2It begins slowly
An awareness of something flawed, broken
Time shifts by one tenth of a second
Sound out of sync with action

Body disconnected
Floating
Empty
Parched
Crumbling

I reach out my hand
And watch as it slowly turns to dust
I cannot control it
I cannot prevent it

Pieces of my body break off and fragment
Ground into powder by wind
Washed away by rain
Nothing remains

It is at that moment that I think,
Maybe it is my mind      that    has           come             apart