Air-tight

I am different
a sinking soul
overflowing
an air tight container
of the past
a twisted soft serve
of dark and light

I am different
a sparkling skinny belt
cinching at the waist
lighting up the world
dancing, twirling
the world in complete oblivion
believes in the light and its luminescence

I am different
sliced in half
my insides spill out
inky and bloody
a gore that’s hard to look away from
circled by a strong outer layer
one that holds it in so tight
that even air won’t pass through

I am different