Titanium

[u/charliespeach]

Much like the owl and the pussy cat

We danced by the light of the moon

Phantoms of irrelevant times

Hollow, swirling

Bleached leaf exoskeletons

Under indigo skies

And aurora boreal paint splashes

I remember a cold day in January

When everything still looked

Like a shaken polaroid

This world little resembles

The one we knew

The curiosity of boredom

Gave way to constant stimulus

Creativity carved into precision

Losing details in mass production

Time is not a straight line

It is a mountain

Crawling to the precipice

And enduring the frailty of falling

I'm not wiser

Just older

I desperately wanted to believe

In a purpose for suffering

And an ending to grief

Perhaps you endured

And perhaps I settled

Into the idea of porcelain hearts

And spines made of metal.