Hopeless Romantic. Grounded Realist. Jaded Cynic.
'she can't take much more of this but she can't let it go
she slips off to a dream about a place to hide
and it's okay. she don't want the world.'
that's all. the magic words.
*no, really. she wants nothing to do with the world. and it's alright. truly.
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but the world surrounds her still.
the vines so close, the thorns so subtly piercing
drawing out blood and injecting pain.
the slender branches reaching and wrapping themselves
round and round her slender limbs
the weight so heavy, her spirit fell down
leaving her unresisting body
an empty shell.
her heart beats on
bloated vessels carries messages across
keeping it sturdy
when all she wants is a complete drainage
for gravity to once and for all loose it's hold on her feet
as it has done to kites she saw on blue wintry skies
so she can float
hover and cease to sink
to finally say
i'm free.
