Mucus filled moments, etched in the plasma of blood stolen from your sack of gold, a still beating heart, not beating at all, I surgically removed the cause of the pain, mirror image pictures, crayon lines taken up my nose, a doorway, a window, a sweet sympathy underneath my soul.
Fluid Filled Sacks – Unhinged Poem
365 Challenge 365 days alone challenge creative Creative Writing Creativity Daily daily post Daily Prompt Dark darkness Deep diary Dreams Emotional Fiction home Horror Lies Life lost Madness nightmares Poem Poetry postaday prompt Prose ragtag daily prompt RDP See Me self truth Share sleep Story Time Strange Tasmania tell me today tomorrow Weird whispers wordporn Words wrapping Write Writing
Comments
One response to “Fluid Filled Sacks – Unhinged Poem”
-
The only way for a heart to stop breaking, is if it’d, stopped, beating first…
Leave a Reply