your fragile bones
are scared of storms.
hot frames
on the cold glass
will shield you
from real-world omens.
cowardice destroys shacks
and builds castles.
stare.
spiral.
crumble.
your bricks 💵
will build my walls.
all is hypnotic
when you seek
to go blank
🌀
seashells crumble
under them heavy steps.
you find yourself a shell
of “could’ve/would’ve”
and then there’s crushing reality.
you shall escape…
stop.
stare.
spiral.
breathe.
easy.
all is weightless,
where nothing is real.
do you like seashells?
(P.S. hair&spirals — very hypnotic🤭🌀)
are you scared of spiders?
think web
you fly right into it.
captured.
like a sticky spiral,
wrapping round your body
Net
your net worth is dropping.
verbal hypnosis.
damn real ruin.
🌀🕸️