glass slipper | poetry

perished

truly, you are already perished.

for there are two ways to be lifeless

you could drain yourself, 

wringe your heart out

until the only thing flowing in your veins

is the soft breeze of death

running through the cracks

of your lifeless bloodstream

or, 

feel yourself slipping into an opiate abyss

yet stay right where you are, 

surrounded by the bustle of normality.

willingly yield to the kind kiss of hopelessness

but remain hoping that some chimeric lifeline

shall fish you out of the murky depths 

that some might call 'your mind'