My head is floating
A lava lamp over my neck
Blue, pink
Burning for a sensation not found
A brain disconnected
In such a way
That I cannot feel my body
In the way I am supposed to
Although I shall keep walking
With this lava lamp over my body
Balancing like a stack of dictionaries
On a rickety table
Burning my flesh
With its heat
Pink, blue
As I walk
Looking like a beautiful light
Although deep down
I'm burned
To
The
Core
YOU ARE READING
phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
