Nausea
the 12-year-old candyfloss nerves have
fermented, now
20-year-old fears and triggers.
the gnarled roots creeping slowly back
from remission,
knotting themselves in the cavities
where the quivering grey jelly of my brain
used to sit comfortably in my hollow skull.
poised,
ready to paralyse.
fermented, now
20-year-old fears and triggers.
the gnarled roots creeping slowly back
from remission,
knotting themselves in the cavities
where the quivering grey jelly of my brain
used to sit comfortably in my hollow skull.
poised,
ready to paralyse.
♠ ♠ ♠
I wrote this when I was seventeen and it's rather telling to me that I still feel the same way