who am i

when i cant recall my own face;

nameless;

voices closing in around us

like a cacophony of birds

calling out monikers of

strangers,

words in red and green and black.

but who am i

when i cant recall my own head

and the world closes in like

shadows,

ocean spilling down throats,

fire bursting hearts,

ice frosting eyes,

words cutting tongues.

who

am

i

when i wake from sleep and

my voice

is

gone

3:40 PM MST