Paradoxes

PARADOXES

no sleep
crystal slivers sliding, coiling
all visible is the crimson swirl
behind closed lids
pure stained,
stained black and electric.

And lashes like glass
smatter and break

no first point and none to end

smashes acidic
cloying, choking and
the beautiful shard
glints and whispers.

Tension burning
aching, arching
and no breathing
but enveloping.

I smile and curl inwardly.