It wasn't God

                      that chased me down dark recesses

            both seen and unseen

                             but the allegory.

Tick tok tickles the clock
Cricket sound was reverberating in my mind
I can feel my soul being soaked
In my own sweat
This gives me such collywobbles
Im still putting my feelings into words
Yet Im torn between sending or keeping it
What will I do?
"****, Im gonna send this",
I finally utter.
"I have a deep regard for you."
Sent 11:48pm
I broke into tears because of this nervousness in me.
I let a deep sigh out.
Seen 11:50pm was all I can see on the screen
No typing.
No reply.
Nothing.

Smeared visualization distorted on my
perceptions of what I see beyond this
frame of sight, I am numb to the hearing
of what is vocalized beyond this mounting.

Palms etch silhouettes of my fears that became
indifferent to the haze that consumed what
once was luminous. Now jaded reflections
turn inwards and devour the glass now cracked.

Pristine architecture now squandered in reflective
doubts. Dilapidation of what held perceptions
of fleeting sights. Apprehension now seen in others
eyes, adorned beyond perceptions looking inwards

You say you're ugly
But darling
You are a butterfly
That has seen the day
To be pretty.


-- Eleanor