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sonnets floating through my mind
turning pages upside down
only to find-
there is nothing written at all.
~
soundly stepping over
the people I fear
they have one thing in common
they were fantasies
but then became real.
~
I‘m the acrobat
bending every time someone
demands something of me,
a mockingbird without a voice
screaming until my lungs
start to crack
without ever making a sound.
~
but only in my mind
with hallways, endless to roam
scratching on walls
until my fingernails broke.
~
to look for a window
was keeping me calm
I secretly knew
my illusion had none.
~
painfully pulling me
out of the dark-
people have tried
but I turn to stone
when I feel their touch.
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 12:00 PM UTC
hand trembling inside the pocket;
knuckles scraping against the outseam;
fingertips crawling into the deepest corner;
nails clawing at a ball of thread -
too stubborn for its own good;
wrist hair tugging at a rough patch;
fist holding onto itself;
palm lines lacking conviction;
fingerprints blaming each other;
nerves adjusting to the pressure:
pulsations full of dread;
the pocket stays empty.
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 1:42 AM UTC