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The countdown's started, and I'm paralyzed
The timer's ticking, and I'm petrified
Held in Limbo, desensitized
I said I wasn't scared; I lied
The days pass in a blur
My thoughts reduce to a slur
Pushing through that extra mile
Waiting to stand trial
Holding on to this thread
Connecting me to reality
On the edge of insanity
I lie in wait
Hanging on to the edge
Fingers trembling with emotion
Categorizing my destruction
I lie in wait
And here I wait, unchanging as stone
Here I wait, wanting to atone
I'll hold on to this crag till my last breath
Silent in life, silent in death
The timer's ticking, and I'm petrified
Held in Limbo, desensitized
I said I wasn't scared; I lied
The days pass in a blur
My thoughts reduce to a slur
Pushing through that extra mile
Waiting to stand trial
Holding on to this thread
Connecting me to reality
On the edge of insanity
I lie in wait
Hanging on to the edge
Fingers trembling with emotion
Categorizing my destruction
I lie in wait
And here I wait, unchanging as stone
Here I wait, wanting to atone
I'll hold on to this crag till my last breath
Silent in life, silent in death
Literature
Synesthesia
Music rains on my eyes, tasting grey, smelling of stars.
Literature
A Closet Deep
They're not hiding they were forced
judgement worst
with mumbled retorts
quivering red lips sobbing
muffled rebuttals
It's your fault
for
being
you
that sickness
infecting
you
turn the tumblers of coal
they don't want the world to know
who you are
who you have been with
who you kissed women or men
some are forced in catacombs thick
for their closets are deposits
of
fear and shame
for the hand that closes the door
other hands will open them
for you
ones who warden you
Have already confined themselves to claustrophobic cells.
Literature
interstellar
there is
something about the night that
makes me want to fly.
once, i had a dream
where my fingers could touch
the sky—and i pulled down the stars
from the velveteen darkness
to stitch them into my
skin. i was nebulae;
a smoldering quasar as
the universe flowed
through my ravenous veins.
a supernova landed on my
tongue and the bittersweet taste of
one million galaxies
circulated into my soul.
in that moment,
i became the cosmos—
with asteroids in place of eyes
and pluto orbiting between the confines
of my ribcage.
my wings are made of stardust
and luminescent constellations.
with them,
i will soar higher
than any god
ever
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Sure is exam-like. I used to have bad test-anxiety to where I actually puked once but I have gotten better.