• callingcrows 6w

    2:41AM.

    Turquoise above as obsidian below
    With every passing day she succumbs to the pull
    Of the creeping undertow
    Her head weighs down her heart with countless burdens
    Everything she's done
    Everybody she's known
    Everything she's said
    All like cinder blocks
    Tearing her down to the bottom
    A place that threatens no return
    And so she finds a fake solace
    Within the inbetween
    Making it so she doesn't feel
    So when she drowns
    She won't scream.

    January 27, 2018.

    ©callingcrows