Letters and numbers: scrambled, twisted around, flip-turned upside-down -- a green-light, dyslexic mind;
Blood coursing through my threat, stretching the heart strings passed their very limit;
The twisting rings, the jiggling leg, the rhythmic pattern of nails etching against my chest;
The tornado of memories, the chicken-noodle letters running out of my mouth, faster than a jet;
The monster in my mind taking over
My thoughts, my actions, my words, my whole being.
Some dementors require more than chocolate to stay away.
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song -- "Dark Paradise," Lana Del Rey
YOU ARE READING
My View from the Mount
PoetryA really close friend (she's the older sister I never had) once told me that I don't need to be established to consider myself a writer. So here I am. I'm a writer, but I'm not a professional. I'm just a girl with a pen who speaks through a notebook...
