A sliver thin slip
of nothing.
Some tangible thought:
delicate, unyielding webs of
chemical imbalances wrapped,
cloaked,
masked,
with a turn of the cheek.
Let my eyelashes catch all the
insecurities, tides of rage,
carve unreasonable truth on
the face of blind, foolish
bliss.
Such undeniable warmth...
But all the seas were ink.
And the moon was laced in licorice cyanide.
But my tongue was still heavy,
And thick in my mouth.
Happiness bubbled like acid,
But the seas were ink.
And the moon was laced in licorice cyanide.
Some sliver thin slip
of nothing.
Author notes
Another CWII assignment. It's a bit different than my other stuff, or at least I felt different writing it. Maybe it sounds exactly the same. Hehehe.
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