All strung out on sadness, empty shells of needles that injected the next defense to keep me going splayed upon the coldness of metal somewhere in a place lower than the floorboards of the nether regions of a private hell, where no one sees the truth behind the doors of beaten swords of silken pictures in frothy shades of effervescent green a smiling happy family in which the sounds of drowning can only be vaguely heard a faded gurgle in an ocean of sighs
Somewhere, there, the pain in my veins spreads like a self-administered drug only it's not my prescription, at all just a parody from the very sick doctor who shares this house, meant to be a home one who thinks he knows it all but knows nothing
In this dreamlike weaving of staring blankly into alternative spaces when all is so heavy that even breathing is a task I suddenly remember who the **** I am and push my gaze through the ceiling cracks to look up at the stars, receiving their shadows of light like a blessing upon my nettle-stung tongue and rise
Thank you so much for all of your wonderful support! Your comments and responses touched my heart all day long and I felt all the spirit-hugs. I am sending those hugs right back to each and every one of you! <3 <3 ~ Lora