I’m falling into pieces.
Being shredded by a ghost.
You may not see it but I am.
Shattered thoughts are turning true.
Quiet ones become louder.
Small become tall and so on.
A nagging feeling is pushing its way out.
Thoughts are dangerous but minds are worse.
Shove them further down.
Hide under a mask.
Don’t show your colours.
A slippery slope for me.
Or a choice.
Be freed or be free.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Let your thoughts run wild.

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