Pieces of Me

   Pieces of Me

   #August27Prompt

     I see myself crammed inside the monochrome

     blur of the masses, tiny, gray wisps of me teem-

     ing with despair laying underneath my ethereal

     skin, transparent fingers emerging from my self-

     imposed grave, wanting to bleed the life from oth-

     ers as if it would distract myself from how dead I

     truly am,

    I spot myself in the shadows of a dying carnival,

    pupils blown with wonderlust as I stare at the co-

    tton candy strewn on the mourning grass, wishing

    I could chew the silky cotton in between my teeth

    just to feel the joy bursting from the stranger who

    lost themselves in the euphoria of the day,

   I watch myself strung between slits of time, thin

   soul being strung along like thread, gazing at the

   fleeting moments that shall never be mine, so I

   live through others, their souls intertwining with mi-

   ne, knitting the fabric of their life with little pieces

   of me, so I can always go back to this moment,

   repeating it for all eternity just to watch the snow

   fall

  Images aren't mine!