Soul Autopsy....
With mind mirrored poorly
Cracked contemplation overwhelms me
In my solitary introspection
I gaze absent-mindedly
At each moment etched
And every thought bizarre
With skilled precision I glean
The most intricate, intimate
And nightmarish tangled pathways
That whilst once all pervading
And encapsulating
Now stream willowing around
Stark beacons of my soulless shell
With the tiller now lain drifting
I watch now distant
Helpless to avoid, to divert
The cascade of the righteous
Meanwhile the baying grows
And draws me yet deeper still
In its tortured and unending chorus
Mockingly taunting my fractured resolves
Each snippet o
It's been four hours since I last came out of my room, and several more since I've eaten anything substantial. A growling noise erupts from my wendigo of a stomach, filling the room and bouncing from wall to wall before returning to lash at my eardrums. I take that as my cue to get up.
Climbing down from my loft bed is, you could say, a rather tall order when the ceiling fan is running, so of course, it's turned off. If it wasn't for my window fan (which isn't really in the window), it would be ninety in here.
It's still, like, eighty-nine.
I ignore my sibling and the associated pings and incomprehensible rambling that come with her obsess