My fingertips drip ash,
all that’s left of the fire that burnt through me.
Everything is returning to its natural colour;
I am the only grey in the room.
Tag: scream
Roar
And my own I can keep.
Sound from my throat
Vibrates out through my lips.
Chest full, strong lungs.
What do I want to say?
Everything.
Everything, but words
Cannot begin to convey it.
Anxiety
The paces quicken; Lori chatter
down the phone as time expands and collapses
in a moment of sirens and panic and onlookers who don’t know how to react.
Of course, it’s all in your head
as you raise your hands in surrender
to that great barrier:
the front door, the bus, the road, the airport.
Rubbing shoulders, no air, no space,
condensed further than canned milk
and becoming even more jelly-like,
melting against the heat and fear
until you
scream.
And then they look at you.
Crazy.
And walk away.
Treeshallow Musings 