chokingA Poem by Allie EsoraI wish I had a better title... numbness laced with that good ole' feeling of impending doom, followed by the very situation darkly anticipatedA sinkhole in the desert-- sand pours in from all sides, disappears into darkness. Chipped pocked walls ripple with beige, while few dry and scraggly weeds cling to rock. The sun bakes loaves of stone, but cannot satiate deep ravenous shadows. Perhaps a bird or two swoops in and out, visiting homes precariously nestled on sheer rocky rims. It is dry dark hot air that cracks your lips, the powdered crumbling exhale of an empty cigar tube, the lonesome freefall of a gravel chip, skittered past a precipice. I stand, you stand, at the bleak rim and realize too late-- watch peaty boiling rock swell, bubble over, crusting and cracking, belched from bowels of spent sere earth, spill across drought-ridden fields, dead, indifferent kindling-- the scape is transformed. Blank prosaic canvas torched by miasmatic burgundy, Parched crabbed indifference flares a fiery Cerberus A black torrent, mortal consumption engulfs saturates squelches from the dirt. I am just as empty, but now the reek of looming reaper floats alongside ashy nauseating motes of panic the desert is bogged with hot oil suffocating tar sucking you into the ground cooking the flesh of your (my) calves as you (we) sink deeper into an immovable plaster of stinking sticky darkness and you are (I am) choking on terror and hot rubber porridge, lumps of gelatinous promise catch on my ribs and drip and stretch through my throat gumming up my lungs and God I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe anymore-- © 2022 Allie EsoraAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 21, 2021 Last Updated on January 18, 2022 Tags: overwhelm, anxiety, panic attack, panic, depression, mental illness, relatability, desert, numbness, sinkhole, sand, tar, la brea, drought, cerberus AuthorAllie EsoraAustin, TXAboutI’m very new, but I’ve found that writing poetry has been a really positive outlet for me. I haven’t shared my work with anyone, and honestly I’d be scared to show it to someon.. more..Writing
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