Forget hinges –
I don’t even have a door to speak of!
Just a gaping hole – that quite frankly does little –
To contain anything my mind might create;
Nonsensical –
Am I even saying words at this point?
Communication was never a skill I excelled in,
And I fear I’ve been thinking in riddles;
Disorderly –
There’s nothing else I’d rather be!
I was raised amid mess, life isn’t that different –
Why fight chaos when it feels so familiar?
Irregularities – become me!
My frail thoughts are disintegrating
Before they can leave my lips.
Lillith May ©2021
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