6 years ago. February 26, 2018 at 3:20 PM
Pull me out of my mind
Until all I can feel
Is your body, as my god
The only way I know to worship
Is below you
Alive in the electricity
The ecstasy
That pours itself into the core of me
Until I am spilled out of myself
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Sometimes it feels like my brain is trying its damndest to kill me. Subspace is an escape, a room in my head I can run to when I need sanctuary, a place where bodily sensation rules and I can, for a brief time, let go of everything else and gather the strength to return to myself and keep up the fight.
My poetry is always an outpouring of vulnerability, but perhaps sharing your weakest sides with the world is an expression of strength. I've always thrived on it, at least.