I think my heart is surrounded by an acidic mucous.
Vile and green and thick.
Coating my lively organ and denying entry to all those who may try.
So I become neutralised.
I become numb.
My ph rests at 7, a holy number to some, but for me - my unoriginal nightmare.
I feel plain, like dull water that lay in swamps and dare not be swum in.
How I long to be like that salty ocean who begs for embrace and receives it willingly at every call, but I know I am not her.
At least not yet.
All those who enter may tread across my coated heart and I shall not feel a thing. The blisters and thorns and vile green still protect me in phantom.
The weight of your shoe is merely but a feather touching stone compared to the rest.
Be warned not to stick to me, for I know it shall hurt when your muddy boot must be ripped from my flesh.
About the Creator
Marriannè
A broke-arse Biochemistry student who likes to dabble in the arts!
Neil Gaiman is my one true love - and by god do I wish I could live inside his brain.
Lots of Love
M xx
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