Black Hole
A Place Where Time Can Slow Down and Gravity Doesn’t Exist
By cookie footPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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Black Hole Oil, on canvas, by: Sven Fischer
It's not gravity that's been getting me down.
my thoughts are a force
that hold the totality of who I am
to the cold ground of my anxiety.
My mind is a cage,
trapped inside are demons.
They claw at the walls of my skin,
leaving internal wounds that have yet to be healed.
My mind is a thief of time;
my thoughts play tag,
hide 'n seek,
in the dark corners of my brain.
They chase each other,
gaining momentum.
They move and consume so fast,
swirling and swirling.
The walls of my prison begin to collapse.
folding into nothing,
consumed within itself.
Time slows,
stops altogether.
Anything that was or is,
wasn't or isn't.
Nothing exists
but the black hole named anxiety.
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cookie foot
writing is my therapy don't bully me
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