my mind is: logic is:
a hub of thoughts, saying that the voices
encasing strands of are naturally twisted,
feeling, with jealousy toxic, noxious,
and venom, and destruction and that no amount
fuelling the ever growing of resistance will
voices inside my head, stop them from
until my fingernails taking control;
are digging deep their joint force
into my scalp, will play on repeat
and i am screaming, until they've rinsed out
trying to rid myself of all my hope and
monsters in the dark. killed me.
they are stronger, faster and...
i n h u m a n e ,
which makes them colder, bitter
and d a m a g e .
YOU ARE READING
set free
Poetrya cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious
