It is a dead end.
To be cast into the mould
Of a victim and
Stay there and
Grow comfortable,
In need of cotton wool.
The air will run out.
Growth will shatter.
Self-awareness reduced to ashes.
Identity forced into a corset,
A red flag.
The forever foetal state
A revolt in a seating position,
An unseen face,
A frightened heart,
An immediate system shutdown.
Checkmate.
The ejection into the world
Happens for a reason.
Don’t fall asleep before
Having been awake.
The pentalingual author of “Within Paravent Walls”, fin de siècle and décadence enthusiast, Laura Gentile, shares some of her blog with us each week.
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