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Caitlyn Seal Apr 2020
fear not the unknown
but the uncertain
the state of uncertainty
is an empty eternity

this or that
neither this nor that
never escaping doubt
blank direction
I feel this way the following days after smoking. I don’t like ****, but I do it sometimes just to do it. It’s the most frustrating thing because my whole being is uncomfortable because I do not attach to any of my actions. Very strange.
Caitlyn Seal May 2020
if you knew all
you would worship

what I crammed inside that tainted tissue
and stitched into her stale skin
was rich

plump figure
lattice surface, etched in gold

noble of his cathedral
an equal divinity
she is
Caitlyn Seal Apr 2020
I do not know her name
For she said she did not have one
I know not where she come
For she said she was from nowhere

I met Her at the carnival
she was at the Funhouse
her clothes did not match
And her tangled golden hair reached her waist
what caught my attention was the balloon
A color I’d never seen before
Drawn in, I followed her inside
She was humming
She carried herself as a traveler
passing through each moment
Even as we were going up steps,
It felt as though we were getting deeper
The lights were dimming
The noise was fading
It was me and her
We entered the hall of mirrors
when she began to laugh
Reaching painful tones
Her balloon popped
And with a smile on her face
She turned around
She looked at me with her empty sockets
And said, “Is it not funny to you?
Mirrors all around me
And I still can not see who I am!”

— The End —