a worrying stillness
and an unforgiving silence
magnify my every movement.
is a cyclical utopia.
that i am trapped inside of,
left only with my tangled mind
where sanity turned to knots.
here are the unscathed white walls
that i break my skull on to tear down
with an unparalleled view that i so violently long to taint
and i can see it now:
splat makes red on green
like Pollock’s christmas.
every day i twist my back
to crack open these wooden floors i adore
and rip apart untouched pillows with broken fingernails
as an act of fantasy,
where chaos is a treacherous lullaby
created to soothe the mind gone mad