portal
opaque paleness
anaemic wasteland
solidified
in breathless bleakness
dazed
I walk on
withered flowers
I can’t escape this
reticent vacuum
of inability
instability
decayed sutures
tie illusion
to perception
always running
against the same
walls
indistinct
on the fringe
of my porous awareness
the trembling flaps
of brittle moth wings
sanguine
the breach
will come abrupt
it always does
delicate veins
pulsing
in fragility
dauntless
increasing
to a raging stream
I close my eyes
follow
the tide
whole
unscathed
I cross
the portal
into
opaque paleness








The first image! ❤️
“always running against the same walls” I feel that.