there's a hole in my brain
located somewhere between my memories and my emotions (in instincts)
an underwater cave forms so similarly
or maybe the same as ivy clutching at stones
it shoots down to my heart, infecting my blood with mold and pulsing in my fingertips
the water runs down the nodes of my spine and bones
as God clutches my head tightly
angels are whispering jealously and pinching me at every opportunity as heat filled kisses hide potential overwhelming feelings
i can feel my heart rotting
can you hear it? can you see the decaying?
over and over for years i've made the same mistakes
and now that i've finally taken a step back i feel 14 again
looking from the outside in it's easy to see that i got lost in others because i wanted to hide from myself
it's been 7 years now, does that mean my skin is finally clean?
