her face is
riddled with imperfections;
cracked lips cease to smile,
drooping eyes cease to shine
as she becomes a walking comatose.
the tension inside SURGES whilst
her carcass decays,
each blow to the feeble cocoon inside
scrambling her thoughts into
a hurricane of stress,
spiralling manically,
demolishing all in its path.
she collapses,
free-falling from the sky of despair
as she slams
into the cushions of sanctuary,
a place to briefly [forget]
her devastated world of fatigue.
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PoetryThis is just an assortment of my thoughts. The cover was produced by @etherealinsanity, who has her own collection of thoughts in a book called 'set free', which will literally leave you speechless. She was one of my many inspirations to write mysel...
