untitled.
mint flavored escape from the blackness that's no longer only inside, but out and teasing & taunting, coolness on her tongue warms her heart in its glass casing - the old spiderwebbed cracks melting & caressing and forging a solid buble of safety.
a whispered, "help me," caroming in the dense room air & into tight corners even though there's no one to hear. the walls absorb her pain instead of spitting it out at her like acid to etch her bones so prettily.
an outside source of contentment is the only thing to save her from the thoughts she chooses to let form in the scramble of matter inside her skull like fire.
a whispered, "help me," caroming in the dense room air & into tight corners even though there's no one to hear. the walls absorb her pain instead of spitting it out at her like acid to etch her bones so prettily.
an outside source of contentment is the only thing to save her from the thoughts she chooses to let form in the scramble of matter inside her skull like fire.