lucyintheskywithdiamonds
Your toes dance on my skull. You skip, you step, you smile. You're just verification, just the flesh that shrinks the walls and locks the cage.
I view the world through iron bars or plexiglass, and it all seems so distorted. I'm seen for who I am by everyone who looks, but noone looks for long.
Words on an illuminated screen stared back at me; a representation of everything I felt. That moment, to this moment. Everything is just a moment. I move my thin wrists across the pale pine desk, pressing my fingers to the dark plastic buttons that determine it's preservation.