a worthy goodbye.

notes from a fading dimension.

hey everyone! this piece of poetry came from playing with the idea of reality as something fragile: something that can glitch, fold, or fade. It leans into darker imagery, but it’s really an exploration of distortion, escape, and what it means to want to step outside your own dimension for a moment.

its one of my most personal works, so I hope you enjoy reading it!

Photo by Egor Komarov on Unsplash

can the static in my ears,

take me somewhere else?

for the knives in the kitchen,

never felt so sharp.

can there be a glitch,

that bends my dimensions?

my time dimension,

my life dimension;

and I fold

I fold out of existence,

I blink out of reality,

I blink out of this joke,

that serves me profanity.

there’s a rope on the ceiling,

look, can you see?

it chokes me till I bend,

till the snap of my neck,

brings me back to life;

till the hand on my throat,

feels like a caress.

does Death learn names?

it’s what I want to know;

for the pillows of death,

look softer than my bed,

for the gates of Hell,

look safer in my head;

and I fade,

away and away and away.

I finally find some shade-

a worthy goodbye.

-aniiverse

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