sprytly

[sprytly]

cxciii.

i keep my soul in this little old shoebox; the soles of my feet sore, from walking down this rough road life has lain in concrete for me.

[sprytly]

cxcii.

if only i could select all of these feelings, and delete them.

[sprytly]

cxci.

anxiety //

arctic tundra yawns its mouth

full of teeth past my mind's eye

and here i stand numb with cold feet

over thin ice, frozen as i stare

at this web of cracks

menacingly fracture beneath

my frostbitten toes, seconds

before i am plunged into

an unforgiving sea of darkness.

[sprytly]

cxc.

from humble beginnings to ends i never meet i'm just here for the ride since the future ahead is unbeknownst to me the sky's on my horizon and if i'm amiss then past it is a sea of stars i'll cast my anchor in

[sprytly]

clxxxix.

goosebumps. crashing in waves over my skin—

your ghost; embracing me again

...

[sprytly]

clxxxviii.

i got ghosts inside my soul haunting me, where my self used to be is an empty space, a hole i don't think i will ever again be whole i always feel out of place like i'm no part of this vessel they say to look at the world through a rose colored lens but i can't even get the shade right everything is monotone and greyed out maybe i should try a different light or maybe i'm just colorblind in hindsight then i get told why don't i just get faded, forget the dust covered bones in the closet these people are so jaded, this wisdom they teach doesn't reach to me, it's unrelated every high has a low so maybe being happy is overrated

[sprytly]

clxxxvii.

prisms of mirrors imprison me i live in illusions is that make up or contusions? make me believe this isn't a tale my mind made up to be— tell me some- thing real or are you, too just a delusion //

[sprytly]

clxxxvi.

fractures. in the image of you my mind imagines // reflections. of fabrications my blind eyes only see perfection

[sprytly]

clxxxv.

lost.

in the madness of my own mind //

wandering in chaos,

wondering what monstros-

ities within i'll find—

[sprytly]

clxxxiv.

echoes. in the hollow of the deep woods, whispers a secret lost— your soul lingers; haunts this place

[sprytly]

clxxxiii.

there is a reason 'end' is in friends

—

[sprytly]

clxxxii.

the skeletons

in my closet

are the only

friends //

i have

[sprytly]

clxxxi.

worlds apart.

//

for my love,

i pray you feel the sun kiss

every inch of your skin,

the horizon's blush on your surface,

the stars gazing in your reflection,

the bubble of laughter,

incandescent love

dancing through the

stunning light of you, igniting

in the clouds of galaxy dust

[sprytly]

clxxx.

your hands.

cupped around my

vulnerable heart,

—

will your impulse cradle

or strangle it?

[sprytly]

clxxix.

little ghost; haunting the doorframe to my mind yet it's because of you that my blood runs a little warmer than most

—

[sprytly]

clxxviii.

marching straight in to madness;

[sprytly]

clxxvii.

inside of me

is a cavity, a hole

rotting in my chest

where my heart

once made its home;

nonchalantly

eating away

at my soul with its

jagged teeth.