House of Glass

Night fall after night fall, I call out your name, It echoes against my lips, Reverberating¬†in my every breath.   But then it ruptures into this cloak of shivering white that I wear, Depleting into this film of delicate nothingness, Only to be held permanently¬†in these crevices of my pale skin.   I stand, bruised …

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Soar high little bird.

Soar high little bird, Don't let these heights intimidate you,  Don't unlatch your wings just yet, These shackles exist only to bring you down, These widening horizons await the sound of your arrival, Don't give up just yet. Soar high little bird.

Razor sharp

Sliding down this razor sharp concrete, scratching away this deep rooted ache. An acute clarity, piercing through every ounce of my being, extracting more than is present. Voices of aching misery, echoing, clashing against these walls of a withering sanity. Shivering innocence painted over, stroked with kisses of an ugly black. Remarkable cruelty, a merciless …

Disgrace.

I feel so trapped, this pain it closes in on me, it slits my throat apart. Whatever I say, whatever I do its never enough. I breathe only to know that I have no right to breathe, for I am a puppet controlled by strings, my every action an embodiment of expectation, of what is …