I've halved the hinge on my head again
tripping lightly in this field of peonies
this moonless sky is singing her
lament of the darkness to the heavens
I have found a quilted universe
this should explain my absence
and the abyss in my eyes
This maize maze in autumn
reason lost to the haunted
the ghosts in their houses
that time has once
forgotten and revered,
rotted timber
is so tender when the rains pour in
my mind is a loud place
and my sugar skull is smiling
these colors will forever
remind me of home
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
I've halved the hinge on my head again
tripping lightly in this field of peonies
this moonless sky is singing her
lament of the darkness to the heavens
I have found a quilted universe
this should explain my absence
and the abyss in my eyes
This maize maze in autumn
reason lost to the haunted
the ghosts in their houses
that time has once
forgotten and revered,
rotted timber
is so tender when the rains pour in
my mind is a loud place
and my sugar skull is smiling
these colors will forever
remind me of home
I wrote this in a way to describe and cope with the was disassociation feels after a panic attack. Writing gives me language for things that I can't describe otherwise.
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