My feet are falling from the ground. Encapsulated within a bubble of fright and damage, let asunder the brain so tender. Take a twisted flicker flame to the tinder box of my mind like flint to the matchbox and let it torch my sky a’light. Darkness shrouds the curtain that drapes over my soul entrapped within the basket called life like a bacon wrapped souffle waiting for devouring teeth gnashing, gnawing, feeding off of my heart trembling, floundering, and drowning, gagging down truth like a button nosed ass. Frozen in silence, breathing gasping upon skin on skin, waiting for the cold to relinquish, and let me feel. Clawing inside, allowing the ghost to take front and center, how did I lose it so badly? Lose it so freely and epically? How oh how? Let’s go with a guess and call it crawling inside to die a shamed death of something forgotten and dead no longer clawing for life’s surging light but that’s just looking too closely. A call on the light, the moon, the shining pot of gold that is the sun, for the light brings salvation, a cleansing, and something brighter to unfold.
C’est La Vie
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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