Not so distorted in reverse,
The hands of my body don’t feel the eyes of my mind
And thinking with a severed head is tough
So I abide my master

Not so conformed when untouched,
This earth can’t hold the monstrosity of my thoughts
And mutilated limbs don’t follow
So I revert to numbness

Malicia Frost


About Malicia Frost

Your local Frankenstein.
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4 Responses to OCD

  1. Thank you so much, your words are beautiful. ❤

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