October 30, 2024

 

My body is an isle in the lonely sea.

My skin burns in the freezing isle. The vapors escaping my lips like a flying dragon. I crumbled my limbs as a cheap imitation of armor. My eyes can barely dare to witness the foggy garden. 

I can taste my mouth.

My throat is thirsty for muse just as a rusty instrument. 

I own no one to speak to. 

It smells similar to a blood on a dying bird. 
I tremble terribly.
I am more scared of me than the drowning world. Fear my dripping tongue more than sinking horror. A lot afraid of my blurred view than the smoky air. Terrified of the dragon than the blood. Forgive me for I still am my biggest fear. 
 
Yours even as I fear to be

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