the surface
covered in hate, and terror, and gems, and lost jewels
the surface
glittered with gold and scattered with rust, torn apart by time
the surface
gathered in groupings, all of them different and unique in their own right
the surface
I'm going deeper.
the gateway
filled with gems and jewels and crystals
the gateway
covered with rocks and trees and light
the gateway
filled with moss and dirt and lakewater
the gateway
taking me deeper as I swim through pools of ideas.
the ribcage
dusted with ash and with poison
the ribcage
toxicity carved into the bones
the ribcage
warning signs and do not enter's
the ribcage
I pass by them all in my quest.
the core
going down past my beating heart
the core
sliding around my rising and falling lungs
the core
deep, where no one's been before
the core
I do not stop.
the surface
covered in hate, and terror, and gems, and lost jewels
the gateway
filled with gems and jewels and crystals
the ribcage
dusted with ash and with poison
the core
stronger than ever, it stands.
the innermost
where I am at peace
the innermost
where I go when I sleep
the innermost
filled with all that is real
the innermost
storms brew from how I feel.
the innermost
is where I find all the love I'll ever need.
YOU ARE READING
sat by the ocean
Poetryphotos are not mine!!! caution: chapter two has an image of a real animal skull. just in case anybody would be uncomfy! (continued onto Laying By The Ocean)
