my guardian dear

i felt myself replacing trading one obsession for another looking for a new lead in the stories to tell myself at night to keep me from studying eternity & collapsing into my own anxiety stories to help me not be consumed by my own lonely heart and hollow soul i tell myself stories about someone…

Terrestrial

Her eyes shine blue, but grey in storm Movements of a dancer Curves, ebbing, flowing, crashing together Ocean waves as flesh Sweet flowing nectar, giving life Ruby jewels parting, shining, enticing Perfect blinding distractions There‚Äôs a deeper truth, always going deeper Seeing right through to Leviathan just beneath the surface Eddies swirl A flash of…