leprosy and an affliction

thud, thud. stomp away and break your own bank. nothing registers but a glassy eyed look of bliss where the mind is snatched, the heart buried in some memory locked away from eager kids wanting to spill the bean. bruises, redness, soreness, a lethargy infiltrates into flesh still pumping endorphins unreal. muscle spasm. twitch, the eye twitches again, a flick, a ponder, then the next leap came about where a burnt out chest sits quietly. broken dreams, broken dolls and sunken ships resting one's grasp. too chill to notice. a glassy eye shifts, awareness lights up when chains begin to tug, pull, drag the heart out of forsaken alleys no longer hidden and the kids they chant, they are amused when a cat leaps out of a bag. like a magician pulling a splendid trick out of empty eyes, with lightning flicking inside frayed brain addled. what? how? the bank is closed, the identity switched with a questioning investigator asking the wrong questions when a kindly nurse struts out to hold one cold body tight. hold him down, she rasped. a straightjacket, how fitting for absent memories no longer drifting. and awareness, thunder is like remorse engulfing flames - watch the treasure chest go up in smoke! and still more wood, more flammable fluid gets tossed. it's the light of the day, that memory gone dark, reignited, but an imp held the match stick. mine, mine. then became the owner of a bank, owner of fond memories no longer. theft, theft the mute man tried to say something. but even the lips were sewn away, like the hands that keep clawing while a wide eyed investigator told the meddlesome kids to go home. it's where the burnt out chest laid resting, cool to the touch, no longer alive.