schism

Self criticism

Ostracized 

Deception

lucid womb 

visions breathing 

I won't mention a thing

mind transition

won't feel a thing

watch the weather change

thoughts succumb like dying leaves 

Lashing out at their surroundings

cold push them to their knees

I glare in at the void 

Catch its limp edges

winding them around my fingers

Took me far too long

to realise I was pure

Blank is all I feel 

this is how it feels to be free

echoes in space

They speak to themselves

Reviews

[Krystal Jones]

I like the way you wove the language into this one. Vivid and visceral.