NestlingA Poem by Sophie McN
I push the buds into the little holes, either side of my head. A lyrical, portable magic that bounces off the walls inside my china skull; drowning in my ears. Frenzied screams. Such impossible volume that no-one can even faintly hear. The earth hardens, cracks, crumbles under my shoes; I am swallowed whole, slipping, tumbling in a sinking cyclone.
Hazy irises, as dreamlike as sight through kaleidoscopic water. The waves pulsate, vibrate, through my limp veins; through the very core of my milky, hollow bones. The words, the beats, the pauses, the myriad sounds sprout like roots in soil around my limbs; enticing me further, pulling me under. The baby spiders legs crackle as flames do. They intertwine around and through my body, intricate as fine lace is. Oxygen is sparse, the air grows crispy in texture; thick, with clusters of fresh bone marrow frost.
My lungs shrink to tiny dry oranges, insignificant to me. I am cocooned completely, a helpless fly bound tightly inside layers of sticky inescapable silk. My predator’s pincers protruding, shrill; ready to pounce. A gauze of lub-dub sound cloaks around me and cushions my frailty. I nestle, like a new born into the bare rosy skin of its mother’s chest. Cosy. Radiating soft, yet, thick humid heat. Licking lips for moisture. I smile, giddy, even though my eyelids are gummy, glued shut.
The smudged luminous yellow light glows from the miniscule screen. Daisy-like buds growing from shrinking ears into my pink brain. An umbilical cord from the sound to the soul. Contently wiggling toes. I am the last rooted in this world. The rest have faded into fuzzy flickering images of murky black and pristine white; bleeding ink. Growing old, more delicate with each tired replay. © 2014 Sophie McNFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorSophie McNAyrshire, Scotland, United KingdomAboutI'm an undergraduate English Literature and Creative Writing/Journalism student at the University of Strathclyde in Glasgow. I'll post some of my uni work here and some other short stories/poems too. .. more..Writing
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