She’s such a tool

Let’s dissect spiraling out
what it means to only me
not crashing out
not lashing out
not the definition of an aficionado
this is all about
riding the infinite wave
of possibility and potentiality
dampening my chakras
escaping spirit snaring web
observing it spinning
via my third eye
letting go of the
little monsters calculating
escaping the cave
searching for light
slipping a ring
on one finger
another
and another
bleeding
believing
gold is power
I’m diverging from the path
others are meandering on
I’m
bending
breathing
as it comes
I’m
bigger than
ring or finger
cave and light
this is my understanding
or misunderstanding
of embracing randomness
and spiraling out
I’m not over analyzing
it’s a momentary thought.

Published by Carmilla Dawn

Hi! I write poetry and short stories under the pen name Carmilla Dawn. I’m a bookworm and a music and tarot enthusiast. When not writing, I can be found goofing around with my husband and kitty Freya, hanging out with my online sisters and friends, playing solo ttrpgs, jamming out to tunes, and binge watching videos on YouTube.

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