how come i end up where i started?

you reel me out, then you cut the string.

i'm inside
your head--> something like that.

i can't figure it out, but it makes sense
but i go back to make sense of it
and it's always different


like watching frostbite take over a soldier
or when my arms are on fire, doused in gasoline
i breathe in so many turquoise words
so much to be jaded by, but i'm soaked

in water, covered, submerged
only up to my elbows and eyebrows...
the two parts of the body with e,b and w's.

striking difference, the closet swings open
monsters reach out
lengthy hair covered arms, claws of the fiercest kind
poisoning my veins
and then yellow eyes burning holes through my dreams

i wake up, afraid, no, scared.
nightmares, or visions, either way, stop.

then i see them in people.
then i realize, monsters are in the heart.
the heart of those who haven't been selected.
vicious warlocks, the kind of which makes for
not
a
nice............life

too few brush strokes
and the typewriter ran out of ink
so, this will do.

this is how i feel, right now, but not by the time you read this.
i'm not your ghost, or tragedy. simple resolve.
☟☟☟☟￬
take a look see, there it is, plain as day