Such a delicate word,
a smooth silky sound,
like it is a flower that
blooms in your mind
opening its arms to the void of night
as you sleep,
taking root in your head,
burrowing its tendrils through your body,
mining for lodes of sanity,
rootbound vegetation slowly
breaking through the confines of its container,
cracking the surface so that the roots are visible from the outside,
and its vessel is only held together, barely,
by its destroyer.
It’s a dramatic sight to behold,
from the outside.
such a delicate,
such a beautiful word.