Resist

pins and needles down my spine, pines and cones on a bowl. i held the delicate red wine and walked across the room, shattered dreams and mindless riddles wore me down and i saw not the lining between gray and silver, a fast slap woke me up from my slumber and on the floor i was. grumbling about pines and cones all gone, for the fog had parted all too well - red splattered on the floor, needles and pins i could feel a prickling sensation all over but the terror held me, squeezed at my lungs when i could no longer seek sweet wine, a cut on my legs, red. what was it i wanted to remember? i could not, that silver and gray lining now too had parted and all i had to do was walk across the room.