purgatory

i hold my breath in purgatory,

the illusion is the entire theory.

distorted and i can’t see clearly,

pouring nothing, just observing.

a haunting “if” comes into play,

possibilities fall into disarray.

watching me—eyes apprehensive,

look at me with so much tension.

a frozen frame, a wavering line,

truth warps beneath my spine.

the walls whisper, something shifts,

a shadow stirs—a cruel gift.

i reach but never make contact,

phantoms press against my back.

memory or prophecy? i can’t tell—

both unravel, both parallel.

the breath i held begins to burn,

lungs aching, thoughts return.

but still, i wait in this divide,

where neither dead nor living hide.

im over it

01/07/2025