Stare
Stare
Stare
until the singular bricks of the concrete walls become one large mass of blurry blackness
that makes your pupils run down your cheeks.
Turning your skull inside out.
Folding
Folding
Folding
your body into a compact disaster to implode in the silent vacuum that is time and space.
Spiraling
Spiraling
Spiraling
out of control.
and how thin you are,
and how stretched your molecules will be,
under the pressure of the universe
and you are nothing...
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
