Crystal thoughts

Strange that the most ephemeral experiences,
The thoughts of which I am the sole witness,
Should turn out to be the straight jacket,
Which has solidified around me
Like seawater, drying into a crystal armour
Of brittle, white plates on my once soft skin.
I only feel their weight and their sharp edges as I battle on,
Against imaginary, unseen enemies.


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