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cold wind blowing in my face
smell of dead trees in the air
blindly walking forwards
reaching out arms

met with broken darkness
eery toothless silence
gumming its way past my ears
into my brain

blue, but mostly black
gray with dirt
smeared glasses
blurry figures

standing around me
watching me stumble
seeing what I don’t

thinking crunchy thoughts
pushing past them
raspy fingertips on my arms
on my neck

chilling me, shaking me
can’t see, won’t look
they’re everywhere
close my eyes

and run, feet pounding
tripping over obstacles
violently afraid
falling through helpless air

curled so tight
holding on
my mind, my ears
screaming a voiceless scream

matching the shrieking wind
never landing the same plac twice
bouncing, sliding
down a glassy incline

cold cuts into my back
bruises under clothes
from impacts of sharp rocks
raining down around me

burning with speed
internal vibrations
threatening to shake me apart
split me inside-out

gravity no longer working
could fly off the ground
afraid of heights
glad when I do land at last

nestled in deep chilling mud
settles thickly around me
dulling my movements
constricting my chest
choking the life out of me

I can hear them
thoughts around me
poking me with sticks
wide-eyed jabs

something beneath my skin
struggles to break free
pushing me farther down
by pulling itself up

stench of gagging
chittering rodents fall
on my rotting flesh

as the figures stand around
watching me struggle
glaring with needles
rusty knives

sharp dagger teeth in my neck
voices all standing up together
pushing me farther into the muck

too many here
blocking out the light
can’t move

while bladed prongs work their way
out into the air
slaying the rats
breaking the glares
slashing at the turmoil within

and around
screaming, sinking farther
past nowhere
past forwards

all that is me
is not complete
two halves broken out
one without body
one without soul

fighting
crying
screaming
hiding
being different

different words
same meaning

Words create me forwards to backwards and backwards to forwards me create words.

An example of a word order palindromic sentence.

But check this out: word order palindromic poetry.

Batman, am I barely complete?
am I somehow, however, hurt?
I know others that say norms of life with people
means certain lifestyles and
standards set between good and bad,
everyone is different, yet same
the autism makes everyone strange and
is that too odd?
autistics are special
is Batman different?
somewhat different
Batman is special
are autistics really odd too?
that is strange
everyone makes autism the same
yet different is everyone
bad and good between set standards
and lifestyles certain
means people with “life of norms” say that
others know I hurt
somehow, however, I am complete
Barely, I am Batman

Wandering through,
am I far too gone?
Have I forgotten and left behind all importance?
of things, these rules of life
This action of pain encompassing all worth
making life of nothing constantly happening
thoughts unpleasant
loneliness seeing logically
when I am tired
because looking forwards about something
there’s life beyond all that I am
questions unanswered
allowed not
and unacceptable and
not allowed
unanswered questions
am I that?
all beyond life?
there’s something about forwards looking, because
tired am I when
logically seeing loneliness
unpleasant thoughts happening constantly
nothing of life making worth
all encompassing pain of action
this life of rules
these things of importance all behind,
left and forgotten
I have gone too far
I am through wandering