Of Bones and Blight

I'm okay.

I'm not stuck to my seat all day

cramming too much

irrelevant crap

into my collapsing cranium.

I'm okay.

my scapula does not hurt

from bearing

over my humerus

weights of fear and unprecedented woes.

There's a noose

around my neck
too close for comfort

and my body hangs by a single thread.

And yet,

my knees are still intact

my vertebrae straight as I stand

and my ribs aren't broken

although my lungs burn

bit by bit, with every passing second.

Still, I'm okay.

Because really,

I could be

feeling
a lot worse.

Comments

You

You told me You could see galaxies spiraling in my eyes that I was the silver trail of moonlight in your darkest night. I tore my walls down and grew a garden that bloomed into vivid colours so we could dance among the flowers. Heaven once felt so seamless until it began to crack and all the stars we counted faded into black. It's funny how when you're sprawled helplessly on the ground gasping for air the deafening silence sets in; you can hear your heart shatter and your soul dissolves into the bloody red mess that is you.

Head In The Clouds

I had a feeling September was going to be pretty awesome. And I guess it really is. :)

I Am (Not)

Sometimes I am calm like the first ray of sunlight at dawn shimmering upon the sea. And sometimes, when I am not I am a raging tempest tearing shores apart I am an earthquake still and cold as I watch them crumble to dust I am the devouring fire from a dragon's breath searing the night, and lighting up the sky - a burning red. I am the burn that lingers in your eyes when you wake up from crying yourself to sleep; The throbbing pain in your head from losing count of Jamesons you drowned in. Sometimes I am calm but sometimes, when I'm not - nessun dorma.

Don't Blink 2.0

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