Hallucinations
Thinking too much
Wish my mind was a light switch
5 a.m. thoughts hallucinate reality
Ghost words fuel scarred responses
Everything ends eventually
Detach early
Hurt less
Spiral out of sunken eyes
Time passes and my frame
Stays still
My body is swollen with
Unreciprocated emotion
And if you cut me in half
I would finally be able to take
A full breath
Am I healing my inner child
If I play pretend?
Copyright © Sara Cowell | Year Posted 2023
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