my veins are the cobwebs of my soul, intertwining and winding around my thick bones; i'm like scaffolding, tall, and rigid, and ready to come down. thick ducktape binds my seams together. my eyes are the keyholes to my soul, they stare out and wonder: what happened to the bright blue skies and thick, green trees?
my fingernails have rusted, cracked and sharpened at the pain. long years of clawing my way down a winding road have led me here, sewn together by dreams once wished upon a star. my ribs have caged my hope for so long, bared iron, protecting my heart and all that's left of what once was. i hold my breath, and i'm ready to come down.
sunken eyes like the grave of my mother, dark, rough and duller than cake at a funeral. i hold my breath. living is like drowning, the anchors of my dreams anchoring me down into the void. i scream out. i kick out. i claw out. i come down, shaking and aching and ready to break. cobwebs cover me, dust coats my lungs in pain.