𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌

I am slipping
Ice beneath my feet
Slick with potential

I am slipping right through her
I could be skating
On razor sharp blades
Shards of glass making way
Beneath my metal clad feet but

I am slipping
Into silky robes and lingerie
Lacey trimmed little nothings
A warm soft voice calling me to bed
Is this self love or self pleasure?

I am slipping
It is so easy
It almost feels like a mistake
To suddenly feel so human
Is the sun really supposed
To bring heat to my skin?

I am no longer
Struggling to find solid footing
It is okay
I have changed
And it is okay

I am slipping
May I fall
On mossy ground