mirrors

You’re always going to be behind a screen, glass I can’t penetrate regardless of whether or not I scream it doesn’t shatter, it doesn’t matter you’re unfathomable, like the wind, except you’re encased, encapsulated protected from poison stings.

Am I venom though tell them, is that the reason for this thing, fighting fire within all this conspiring is making my head spin. My skin crawls when it should be shining, eyes lining walls, falling into constricted wars, destructive cause, consisting of, consistent to, introspective laws. I pause, to re-ground. Memories still break me down, crowned, with deprecating downfalls.

I just want peace, is that so hard to believe? A heart which aches, bleeds into tears filled with seas, drowning in sand constructed from actual glass, I can’t shield myself from your massacres anymore, trapped in the aftermath, I used to be the perfect hourglass, as I lay here, flawed.