Dissect

There are incidents that stick to you.
Like dandruff
Or magnetic waves
Invisible but are there
That create transparent storms inside your head.
Swirling tides of white
Turning ships
Smashing on the shore breaking
Shimmering like a thousand razor blades
Cutting through flesh and turning
Red
What was white
Hot red

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