liMbo sskin

skimming along the lip of the flayed film of a life that is barely

mine

my leash had frayed, torn and I have been running

free

in a fog ever since

limbo between one’s light and my coveted

darkness

this darkness satiates me replenishes my

lifeblood

feedback loop of perception my only reality

pieces of others lain  across my skin, I mimic others

a shuffling and moaning

facsimile

mishmash ransom note cut of  a

human

January 22, 2012 | Categories: depression, health, mental health, poetry | Tags: darkness, depression, fog, health, lifeblood, limbo, mental health, ransom note, writing | Leave a comment