After the Seizure, 8/22/13, 1535hrs

No one's here.  Only
the cat and the crazy
dogs.  Foaming for
attention.  For food.
anything wild.  And I
am slipping into
the darkness, my
body is glass
my muscles are
like raw wet ropes.
I have not lost
but see only
the darkness in
me gathering
off and on like
violent little thunder
Storms.  I remain
your friend.  But I fear
so much those
episodes of pain
followed by emptiness

eating me alive.