I-IV

(1/3/23)

Written in a mental health crisis center.

I | Pressure

Her diamond eyes turn to coal under the weight of all my sin
and her delicate hands collect the grayscale memories of my being
but each one is a razor searing softly through her skin
a well deserved nightmare; her lost love was a fleeting dream

II | Potential

Love,

a spark in the night / a permanent flame
early summer rains / the boundless sea
unfired clay / a grand cathedral
a soft breeze / unstoppable winds

everything / nothing.

III | Power

undefined beauty and an unbreakable bond
a spider silk safety net drenched in snake venom
a power drill and the wisdom of youth
a broken bottle lodged in my throat

IV | Control

Heaven never existed, but I guess
Everything happens for no reason
Limitless lies fuel constant tension
Paranoia always taste like blood

Maybe I’m the problem after all
Even when I’m chained to everything I fear.