Resuscitation

It took longer than i thought it would, to find a blank space
And my heart pounded loudly as i thought of… and began to write again
Thinking of the Largeness
The impending Alien Landing at your forehead
Readying for landing, like a hairnet
But the paper felt smooth to my steady hands… and for now, hope and
excitement endured
Eight through eleven ran through me like knives…
Killers
I though of blood
Blue like atmosphere dripping down the sides of buildings
I lose (?) in my stomach
I got too involved and stopped thinking
My handwriting stood up a bit in these poorly worded confessions
And my brain like dragging hands reached to the not too distant past
Each snare drum kicked me back