Optical

SarahFluharty11345

I am fetaled now,  

                      knees in my arms,

psychological films, what came to this point?

                    Who am I?

My chest is hallow and broken,

Is my head on straight?

Is everyone mad here?

Solitude is haven, like a force field,

                             controlled by thoughts,

           I am real...

not an optical illusion. 

  • Author: SarahFluharty11345 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 2nd, 2017 21:28
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • FredPeyer

    Welcome to MPS, Sarah!
    Who are you? From what I see here, you are a good writer! Keep em coming!



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