
Transparent tentacles wrapped around my sensibilities,
extruding all my past responsibilities.
Maybe it lasted a day with fierce ferocities.
Maybe it lasted an hour with morbid morosities.
At the time, the tick tock of the clock passed by with inconsistencies,
but it stopped at all my known realities.
Just a metaphorical second to explain my ostentatious obscurities,
that lingered around like orphaned atrocities.
Ushering them all toward predetermined destinies,
without benefit of loquacious remedies.
Precious pathways pinched precariously, pausing perfusion, rebuking precious liberties.
Stalwart, determined movement freed the tentacles’ suckers from all extremities,
Awakening once-cloaked corpuscles coerced core capabilities.
Reaching out existentially enlisted all existing entities,
pushing forward to revolutionizing, righteous proclivities.
All past uninspiring irrationalities,
eroded away like histrionic hyperboles.
Serene, sentimental scenery serendipitously streamed visual accuracies.
Immediately intervening issuing impossibilities,
fast forwarding to all new provocative possibilities.
Glowing up, breathing free from all past-constricted ambiguities,
as the Earth’s axis tilted forward with its astronomical perplexities.
About the Creator
Star Love Grey
An actress/singer/dancer who discovered a new creative passion because when theatres went dark, so did I. I tried writing and I lit back up. Let me light you up with my words, too.


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