Harlequin

But Mother, we live in a shark's mouth.

everything starts from a seed
germinating from the core of
the earth and how Mother opens her
mouth and swallows it
whole,
in which afterwards Her final
tears are from the
explosion from the inside, and her
flesh rots beneath the swamp and her
skin is used for a babe's blanket and her
bones are used for the bridge for the
passersby who walk along the banks of
narcissism and nihilism,
mankind's two greatest nemeses except
they are not exactly nemeses because
they always get the best of us because
we are the wild guided by purest and most dangerous
emotion,
where we are washed up at shore in shards and
pieces and
dried blood and diamonds,
after the tumultuous currents of the deep sea that
weave water wings round our neck in an effort to
grant us our third wish to fly,
blinding
our eyes and banishing the unwelcome
air from our lungs
until there is nothing left but the shell of a
pirate's skeleton.

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i felt physical discomfort about something i couldn't even pinpoint (i was really scared jn omg)....

i only knew it had to do with myself, so i tried expressing it here ◡̈!