The trees are caving in,
There is a void below
The sky is a mesh of poison
And twisting around my body is the ivy I had sown.
I can’t scream and I can’t breathe
Black and green are trapping me
Pulled into my own devious schemes
I wish I’d let that bird fly free.
Now my own mind is collapsing
The house of ash is falling apart
Ravens circle overhead and my tears sting
All that’s left of me will be shards.
Just like that, I spin into the abyss
Sitting on the bed, desperately clutching my hair
I wish that arrow of guilt would’ve been a miss
Those shards wouldn’t have been of anxiety and despair.
— Tamarind Fall; Guilt.