Ancient Forms

The night covers gloom with farther obscurity.

I don’t feel security though.

The only touch is an ever tightening sensation

around my foundation.

I made a desperate attempt

to act as if lack of observation means The form doesn’t exist.

But that’s not what my ankles produce as a witness statement.

Regardless, endeavoring to ignore the lead cutting into my flesh.

I’m fine.

I tell myself.

I know it’s a lie though.

I see you lying under The form.

But

That won’t materialize for me.

I can’t rescue you

Won’t

But someone will disentangle me with movie script undertaking.