Outside
The cold wraps around me before being overrun by the warmth again.
Emptiness takes over my mind
or are there just too many thoughts?
Is my grey matter numb or overwhelmed?
It doesn't matter, however
I have my catharsis flowing
spiraling, splashing
against the edges of my ears and all the way inside.
On my feet again
panting and struggling in the hot air
but it's okay
Catharsis is here.
Is it really though?
Here I am again.
The stacked up bricks tower over me as I fight against worry
do I dare to enter?
What will it be this time?
I answer that as I find myself in the little creek underground
I don't fear as Catharsis is surrounding me, filling the air, invading all my senses.
Is my gray matter numb or overwhelmed?
Footsteps are heard, but they're alright.
Time passes but I forget about it.
Footsteps again. This time everything stops.
I rise from underground as the walls of my catharsis crumble around me.
I'm not safe anymore.
I find it, but it's not there.
It's stale like old sparkling water
and it's staring at me hopelessly.
The air gets thicker,
it fills with something
oh no.
From the door that remains, to my feet
It crawls under my skin, moving like it's on a highway
Behind my back it whispers
It wraps around my neck.
I can't do this again.
That smell, that atrocious disgusting smell
it stings, it burns
Inside
What has it done...?
I look desperately for Catharsis
It's there, but I can't find it
It tries it's best, but that's okay.
I get it now.
I let the smell take over me, it creepily caresses me, blowing in my hair.
My spark goes out.
It's over.
Catharsis rushes over, taking my numbness once again.
But as much as it tries, it doesn't go back as it was before.
I'm shaking.
I know what that is, very well
Why is it what it is?
What it is is what I know it is
and it knows it, very well
So I ask
Why can't Catharsis help that too?
I look around again,
I find myself in a house
But I want a home.