Climbing to release the fawn,
Beneath the storm
Life escapes
Soaking into its surroundings,
As the layers are drawn away,
Leaving craters upon the porcelain.
YOU ARE READING
Haze.
PoetryThese are the post-medication thoughts. It is unknown how long it will take to complete, feeling is the sacrifice made for sanity.
1st January 2017, #3.
Climbing to release the fawn,
Beneath the storm
Life escapes
Soaking into its surroundings,
As the layers are drawn away,
Leaving craters upon the porcelain.