I cannot exist in this.
My life has since
traveled
upon this timeline,
tangled,
a criss-crossing web
where alternate histories,
worlds,
collide and crash in upon themselves.
A simple breeze could undo
these threads
and shatter the illusion
of a safety net.
Balancing a sticky situation
wound tight
blood, draining from you
and the fear that catches you
off guard.
Lies have been spun.
All eyes are upon
you
watching your struggle.
I really like this one, especially the ominous tone. But I think you have a typo in line 5
ReplyDeleteLove this.
ReplyDelete