The poem describes fragmented images including shattered ice patterns in a drained pool, numb fingers, and foggy evergreens. It references when "he" broke capillaries in the speaker's neck while thinking of notebook sketches offered like Braille that were read like myrrh. Yesterday, waves of violence shook the speaker's sleep with shouts jumbled by walls and drained gazes lacking understanding. The speaker's scribbles lay as mistakes while others' grow like redwoods. Every night, the speaker forgets the face as consciousness fades, with forests between pages and jellyfish pulsing across margins from dreams. All that's remembered is reaching for a hand to stay afloat.

1. “CAPILLARIES”BY:MIKHAIL TANODRA ST.FIDELIS

2. CAPILLARIES

3. MY POEM We shattered ice across the floor of the drained pool and marveled at inadvertent patterns. I always expect my teeth to be straighter. Fingers bright with numbness, fog-cloaked evergreens. I was wide awake when he broke capillaries in my neck, thinking of your notebook sketches. How you offered them like Braille and I read them like myrrh. Yesterday waves of violence shook my midday sleep, shouts jumbled by invisible walls, gazes drained of understanding. My scribbles lay like mistakes. Yours grow like redwoods. Every night I forget the shape of his face as I drift out of consciousness. Forests between pages, jellyfish pulsing across margins. All I remember from the torrent of my dream is reaching for your hand to keep myself afloat.