Fantasy Worlds

We all lack something,
No one is perfect.

Some overcompensate,
Others surrender.

Either way,
There is an escape.

Fantasy worlds,
Surround us.

Like secret passageways,
To unearthly dimensions.

They mold to our,
Porous souls.

With a warm embrace
That tickles our spine.

And satisfies,
Our innermost desires.

In moderation,
They lessen life’s burdens.

Overly indulged,
The warm embrace morphs.

Like a boa constrictor,
It grips tightly.

Until we are hopelessly,
Locked within its embrace.

by Cody McCullough