Let me fray your mind,
Let me sway in time to sleepy strokes
As rows of solid-looking expectations
Melt as they unpick.
Bakc and forth I stare.Back and worth the care to pull my eyes,
Just grasping as the tangles try to heal,
Feeding into me.
Help me weave a song,
Help me breathe these wrong ideas into
Something beautiful within the threading.
Silver shot through black.
Tremors in my eye.
Tremors through the sky that’s holding you.
© PickledSparklyMoosePrincess – author