Like a Fairy
A poem about the sparkly mask we wear. π§π»ββοΈβ¨π

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. π§ββοΈβ¨
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Gina C.
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