Like a Fairy

Ghosts were pounding on

my door last night...

in the form of

[[winter storms and rain]].

I imagined

--a gigantic--

face was drowning

(in her tears)...

just outside my window pane.

What is it with these fucking nights?

(I ask you)...

I can never sleep, --I'm always--

wide awake, watching the time...

(and despite the protest of my body),

I know I'll rise and

get dressed just for coffee -

(once the dawn breaks and I'm)

[[caged inside the day]] LOSING MY MIND.

*

I can't explain it, but

I'm pretty sure I'm in a circus.

I {am sane} but,

my subconscious haze has

[[done me a disservice]],

>>I'm not fine<<...

I am {{airy poetry}},

and like a fairy

I will sprinkle stardust here

(and there)

and everywhere; all over me...

but in the darkness, I'm still searching for

a sparkly purpose to define.

*

I heard the howls of

tortured souls last night...

in shapes and shadows

just behind the [[walls and ceiling of my room]].

I imagined

--a gigantic--

face was drowning

(in her tears)...

just beyond the doorway of the moon.

What is it with these fucking dreams?

(I ask you)...

I can never reach them, (but)

I taste them, like

>a grape

a tangerine...

(and despite the inner battles that I wrestle),

I know I'll eat the poisoned apple

of the devil -

(once the dawn breaks and I'm)

[[putting on my mask again]] pretending I'm

*~*SERENE*~*.

*

I can't explain it, but

I'm pretty sure I'm in

>>A SIMULATION.<<

I'm {alive} but,

I'm oversensitized to

[[stimulation]], everything is so extreme...

I am {{airy poetry}},

and like a fairy

I will sprinkle stardust here

(and there)

and everywhere; all over me...

but in the darkness, I'm still searching for

a way to silence all my raging,

[[inner screams]].

*

Footsteps walked into

*my heart* last night...

and with [[a vengeance]] they

tore out all my many veins (and)

>>somersaulted on<<

my nerves;

then I imagined

--a gigantic--

face was drowning

(in her tears)...

somewhere in this lonely universe.

What is it with these fucking nights?

(I ask you)...

I can never sleep, --I'm always--

running rampant in my mind...

(and despite the protest of my body),

I know I'll rise and

get dressed just for coffee -

(once the dawn breaks and I'm)

[[forced to be the "me" who "wants" to be here...]]

and the

me who doesn't, convoluted...

INTERTWINED.

*

I can't explain it, but

I'm pretty sure I'm in a nightmare.

I'm {not scared} but,

there is pressure...

there is pressure everywhere.

But I am {{airy poetry}},

and like a fairy

I will sprinkle stardust here

(and there)

and everywhere; all over me...

but in the darkness, I'm still searching for

the ME, (the giant)

who is crying...

and a sparkly costume I can wear.

*

-Gina C. 🧚‍♀️✨

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