i can’t help that i’m a mirror

there is no escape
       from a world that hypnotizes the insane
       with pills, scripts, and forgetting—:
i like to face destruction
       forehead to forehead
       iris to iris
      mind to mind
i like to be broken down
       unpeeled so the rawest parts of me
       leave others uncomfortable, dismantled
i like being an artist :: unraveled and alone
i like creating what the world hides
       behind
i like being immersed in crisis
i like being ignited
       just as the match hits the striking surface
       in a millisecond
i like when i rebel
       as if i were the pastel cream-colored leaves
       of the tree that refuses to complete
       photosynthesis,
       the focal point of February blues
i want to be the whisper
       the rain makes as it pounds
       heated pavement
       lost in summer’s humid mist
i want to feel the ocean
       when i’m folded up inside of her
       cradled by decompression sickness
i want to desperately escape
       the world that tells me
       i feel too much
i can’t help that i’m a mirror
       and swallow the world’s
       pain

 

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About laurenfedorko

Aspiring writer. English teacher. Philosophy: know more about the world than you did yesterday and lessen the suffering of others.
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