Thoughts

I'm draining into iron holes losing pieces of myself with each dragging drop of water that drips down my wheat body. Thoughts are tangled with my fingers, pointing and poking my scalp telling me to go left right draw a circle turn over reach out unleash myself curl up. It extends into my rolled stomach, crawling from my wrapped up palms and flowing into my legs that feel like they cannot support me. I climb into a deep dark hole befriending the wolves until they make my thoughts go away.