Welcome and sense the walls built to gnaw senses
Tingling and pricking the flesh of my existence
Inquisitive touch writhes to break free
Fierce vine like grip hold on to spleen
Crack appears on the fabric of skin
Melting time altered seams
Picking on threads, breaking weak
Onto new chapter fell on magical dust
All sparkle and sun but does it really work
With a chance I reach, without cause I starved
Levity bruised flesh and time is scarred ‘hourglass’
An Indian Princess 