The world stops being a constant
and I try to breathe.
My world gesticulates to something new,
breath tilting on an building axis
that tips with the distortion of reality.
Grand illumination brings the intestinal parasites,
to battle with anterior ants of my reticulated brain...
Just to wash away in particular pesticidal parried pain.
Melting like the constant
as I try to breathe again.
About the Creator
Logan Stanislaw
AUDHD, poly, pan, queer AF and still learning to people. Writing is a passion but as long as I'm creating something, I'm usually good. Be kind.
Everyone is an artist, don't be afraid to explore your passions.
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