Tormented by her nightmares

Haunted by reality;

In daily struggle to break free,

Words were her surrender

absorbed a world too blinded to wonder.

Secrets hidden under exultant eyes,

nights with psychedelic memories;

vague flashes shadowed by sluttish confidence

Inhibitions slowly fading under psychoactive spells.

Magic no longer caused awe.

Numb and blunt;

It was choice not coincidence.

trip forest

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Beautiful. Omg. You should do this more.

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    1. I’m trying. Still unsure

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      1. It’s really beautiful❤

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