sharp blades
cut thin ice
I am wrapped in a cocoon
showered in unconditional light
pitch black, led by street lights
I'm interlacing my soul
across the rink of memories
deathly blades below my childish toes
make one false move
and I drown
between the cracking waters
as my mother is pulling me out
blanketing warmth distances me
from the paralysing thought of the world
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
sharp blades
cut thin ice
I am wrapped in a cocoon
showered in unconditional light
pitch black, led by street lights
I'm interlacing my soul
across the rink of memories
deathly blades below my childish toes
make one false move
and I drown
between the cracking waters
as my mother is pulling me out
blanketing warmth distances me
from the paralysing thought of the world