I create a space
Deep inside
Where I can hide.
In my space
The moon is blue
And blood glitters.
The daggers
That slice hope
Until it bleeds
Cannot touch me,
As those dreams
I held dissolve into a sea of tar
Where nothing breathes.
The sun will not burn
Through these walls.
All my mirrors
Are cracked,
For the image I
knew is no longer true.
Yet safe in this space,
I strip my face
Until what I feel
Is no longer real.
Meaning grows
Wings and flies
Beyond my reach.
And my only wish,
To be free within,
Cannot suffocate me.
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Author: Edith Lazenby
Image: Instagram/illusiveelise
Editor: Travis May
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