Resuscitation

It took longer than I thought it would
 To find a blank space
 And my heart pounded loudly as I thought of
 And began to write again
 Thinking of the largeness
 The impending alien landing at your forehead
 Readying for landing
 Like a hairnet
 But the paper felt smooth to my steady hands
 And for now, hope and excitement endured
 Eight through eleven ran through me like knives
 Killers
 I thought of blood
 Blue like atmosphere dripping down the sides of buildings
 I lose [?] stomach
 I got too involved
 And stopped thinking
 And my handwriting stood up a bit in these poorly worded confessions
 And my brain
 Like dragging hands
 Reached to the not too distant past
 Each snare drum kicked me back