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"trapped in the liminal"

  • Writer: and the moon speaks again
    and the moon speaks again
  • Jul 28, 2021
  • 1 min read

Madness and control;


the creatures surround me

as the abyss calls my name,


with checkered walls

and windows of

colored glass


I am trapped in the liminal

somewhere between heaven and hell,


I am going mad

yet perfectly sane

and as the lights turn off

and I am left

in a puddle of my own thoughts,


the world continues to spin on its axis

and the world invites me to spin with it.



 
 
 

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