I attach myself to things like a sallow barnicle clinging to the belly of a ship.
My pastel stuffed animals, sadness seeping from their edges like a bad cup of tea.
The soft fibers of my blanket.
Piles of worn notebooks, stacks of stories.
I am a creature with loose pages for bones.
With loose bandages holding my hollow skin together.
I sling myself onto objects, attach myself to things.
I build a lifeboat of poems
that carries me out of the charcoal colored sea
that soon follows my destruction.
I’m pummeled and pried apart by the waves
that bleed the color from my screams.
My knuckles are bloodied and my skin is sallow.
Stitched with salt and long forgotten objects.
I am borne by waves and by my obsessions.
By my hyper fixations that swerve around me like a broken clock.
I float in my interests until they drown me.
I hollow in my delusions until they choke me.
I bask in the bright splatters of color until they fade.
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Infinite Depths | a collection of poetry <33
Poetry"Though our depths be but infinite, we still drown within the edges of our skulls.' A sample of poetry from my officially published book! it's out now on Amazon <3 ☆ [Some of these poems touch on topics such as struggles with mental health and menti...
