for friends: you dont know if all this hollowing and howling is just the most nuanced narcissism pulling between perfection and pausing constantly catching yourself not staring in the mirror but glancing at the sea rocking slowly wave after wave hurling from hurting to healing you dont know what you did with the dark where you placed it how it felt to bury it or when you dug the grave inevitably so deep but sure enough its laced in your veins lining every torn ligament and curling beneath each bruised cartilage cruising and crashing with all the cells that ride your blood building and beating hiding like the many faces of the moon stealing glances at the triggers that trance you into submission locking you under layers of past and present running from parallels of future and people who call you things ranging from pretty to pest or beautiful to bug you crawl under yourself building bridges and barricades so highly strung and tightly wound you string together a cage and a cocoon intricately woven with the expertise of a broken butterfly who has yet to understand it no longer needs a shelter nor a home to protect it from itself.
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 18:44:44 +0000
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