![]() Tunnel Vision.A Poem by Chloe Madison Taylor.![]() In fear of faith.![]()
I'll just float around the ceiling of the world like the ghost haunting my linen closet. dole out spare thoughts sans hue, Drive aimlessly through clouds until I find my way out. But I'll never find my way out I will refuse to beg, if even only to differ and vanish into notsothin air.
I will not make it through the winter.
I'll try slipping originality back into my veins Circulate to my brains, and trickle down the white marble staircase that is my spine breathing harder than I'm thinking, and dreaming harder yet robbing the medicine cabinet and licking my fingers clean of the system
I will not make it through the week.
Watch the room flip until I'm standing upright again Settling stomach acid and wait for the lights to stop flickering in my head. words attaching themselves to brain cells bumping against one another in my wisdom-fortress of a head playing games with the boom box in the corner of my chest living snugly between dreams I won't even try to suppress.
Tear apart the nearest nebula and paste the stars in my eyes so I can look for a long time, or maybe two and stare at the boundaries they set up, that aren't there anymore. or stand in the shower with the water off, flood my head and the last of my wavering will power weild weapons as sharp as pain, and cut myself out of the picture.
I will not make it through the day.
© 2009 Chloe Madison Taylor.Author's Note
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