Sometimes I wonder if my brain looks like cracked glass
Fractured and shattered like when you hit a glass pane right in the middle
Just hard enough so there are waves of spikes stretching out to the rim from the center
Like a spiders web sprawling out over an empty ribcage,
woven with the blood of the damned
Split
in to twos, threes, and fours
Sometimes eighths and tenths
The wrinkles in my brain start to stretch and prune and bruise every time the world around collapses
Hades wrath and rampage cause the ruptured
Like long thin claws creeping their way to slice fresh flesh
A brain bleed
A puppet on strings
I’m watching my POV
Of my flesh making choices that aren’t of my own
Why are there more of my faces than only mine when I look in the mirror?
Why is my reflection fissured and raw?
I feel my cerebrum begin to spoil and rot
Decomposing and decaying from the inside out
They run away
And never stay
When I split
Splice
Break
Crack
Fracture
My eyes feel like hollow empty sockets
No more color
Only black and gray
My chest caves in
My organs compressed
As I split

© thecryingchild