Silver blood
It drops down the curves
of his masculine arm
Nothing told him to stop
Everything told him to continue
The blade isn't made of metal
It's not made of any physical substance
It's a word in his head
The echo of her voice
She told him he was never worth it.
Worthless.
The lie he told himself
Or was it a lie
It was the only thing that seemed to make sense
Everyone else seemed to leave him
Get up
Get up
The words, they are just words
The only one who can help you fly
Is greater than the birds.
Higher than the snails
Deeper than the clouds
Change your thoughts and make a move
There's something here for both of you.
I'm outside the hospital.
I'm coming back to reality.
The shrooms turn me into a different person.
I smack my right cheek pretty hard and shake my head quickly.
Let's go back inside and see if mom's okay.
I'm sure the illusions will pass.
YOU ARE READING
The Unmastered Art of Living
PuisiDeep within The darkest part of me You'll find yourself wondering if I'm even human. Or maybe you'll see we're all the same Just learning how to breathe Day by day.
