restoration
survive
quiet dullness
softly
swallows her
paralyzed
she’s absorbed
by the void
inside
nothing
is
real
anymore
smooth instability
hides
in the shadows
disposed
to break her
once again
silhouettes
accessing
cold hands
leave blurs
on her
frail skin
her sight
dims
to haziness
her steps
weaken
as she stumbles
into
dense thickness
taking her
breath
reducing her
bloodflow
slowly
she falls
into deep
hibernation
spinning
a cocoon
as the world
decreases
a steady fire
burns along
the fractures
nurtures
the cracks
numbness
softens
the edges
eases
the disruption
as she
reshapes
herself
recreates
the world
“as she
reshapes
herself
recreates
the world”
lovely as always ❤️
Nothing IS real anymore! Loving your rhythmic words! *chefs kiss* ✨🌹