CRY

Feel the world shrill …

Feel like an alien floating around in the moss…..

I feel claws gripping my stomach.

The two black peaks move towards each other.

Leading to a bulge in-between.

This frown shall change serenity around.

The white eyes caps melt.

Exposing the red nervy surface.

They melt blurring the vision.

The lashes cling at the first offset.

These waters are not cold but warm and saline.

They erode and dissolve the rosy feel.

Eyelids shall try to regulate the flow and current but ….

The tears rolling down the cheeks form creeks on the face.

Creeks that remain though the black peaks move back.

The disturbed serenity shall stay though the eyes caps freeze back.
The lashes shall separate.

No more reddish surface.

Yet some get to see the creeks on the face.

Levers of the lips are clogged.

How is that the legend read?

The erosion is not compensated.
All this fails to level the expression on your face.
The quiver shall keep rocking!

Try masking!