there is an unreliable narrator present
she is stuck behind a paradox
if you ask her, how shes feeling
she’ll say
“I’m fine”
the wat er is bouncing
hard
off the top of the rock edge
not
as mist
strands of
levitation from this place
despite peace,,
in forest means
she will always convince yoou
that you are seeing it
no, no, no
bbygrl
you are an imposter
help her
see
help her se
e
help heer
she is trapped
help her
understand
she cannot see
wwhat she is
what if you moved it?
corridor is
haunt their arms
and coveer their shadow
panel discussion
tender
she’ll
half open
door
form
door hinge, open
closed space
don’t see what
its not for you to see
ever
bury
it deep
dye on a hill
and hide
until
i still live here
i parted my soul ona rock
format ion
it spread like clamber
as trees ova shado wed
into somwhere
so still,,
i feel when leaves move in the midnight
an echo silence
trapped in confine
in their lives
mirage of
wo nder ing how to get
there isn’t
its not
and perception
is doomed to reality
isn’t it?
ob serve a party from the fridge
pretend popes will say
i am
don’t belie ve them
they know not,,
keep the
set collar
you are covinced
its convincing
you are
you are
you might
its not
no,,
never
stop,,
who are all these
i watch the river take
existing water
away
landing pages
never knowing
your presence
until now
and her breathe
smells like onions
this is the unreliable author. she knows not what she. what looms. it is convincing to those around her. this makes sense in this moment.
there is silence now.