you float away into the unknown mazes of the makings of your own snaking excuses that fill your mouth with venom that corrodes your tongue as you speak with words that spiral and hold you afloat in the unknown mazes of your thought patterns that spiral and fall into your heart who is so desperate for warmth in the cold cavity of your perpetual winters in which you’ve grown comfortable in the snowfall of your gaze falling into your excuses and excuse me for asking, but how long can you live frozen in fear?
unknown mazes
Early Dew of Morning 