Work Text:
drifting, floating
from your mouth into the skies
creating imagery of the earth or someone's eyes
twisting, shifting
speaking of demise
uncovering lies, spys, surprise that she dies
these words are who I am and they shape before me
opening my mind, breaking blinds
so that I can see
they show me a key to a world of beauty
I cannot let it be
words are melding, forming
it's something that I want for me
it's something that I want to be
how can I prove that i'm bold enough to let you see?
I could be more
I could unlock that door
but how could I
when my key is only imagery..
