Some days, I find myself feeling empty,
Without desire or ambition
A simple want to do nothing,
To end everything
Those times, I feel as if I’m nothing more
Than hefty pounds of tanned flesh,
Carved from the fragile, ivory bones
Of something resembling a human
They protrude out like branches,
Twisting together, becoming gnarled
The light sheets of oak blending into a macabre tree
One interlaced with dripping, still pulsing organs
Bubbling masses of viscera, stained with a range of reds
Some days, I want to shrink in on myself,
To become nothing,
A monster,
And forget everything
© 8 November 2018, by Haley Scully
Introverted Creativity 
😳…😱…🤗…Here’s to the other days…🌈
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Yes, indeed! Here’s to the better days! 🌞🌈
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