Secrets slicing through
si le nc e,
seeds of insanity—deeply sown—
spreading poisonous doubts
over what is
real.
F r a g m e n t s of
daydreams,
sharp, poignant,
f l o
a
t
behind my faded eyes;
stills of life,
frac-
tured and
desperate,
pause
long enough
for me to know their
truth.
I badly need to
f
r
e
e
me,
change the cassette that’s
looping my mind,
stop the voice who terrifies me . . .
I wonder
how.
Jaws of fatigue eat me,
morsel by
m o r s e l
I’m barely here any more,
can you see me?
My fingernails are
starting to ache and
letting go would be so
e a s y
I love how you have created visuals of these words.
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Thank you. I’ve only just started trying to do this. I’d been a bit scared of it until now.
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You shouldn’t be scared anymore. It’s creative.
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Thanks. I’m definitely going to experiment some more.
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