Walls
By Withering petals
Standing upside down on a ceiling made of glass
Hurried footsteps quicken.................. with the sound of a gasp
let
out of a body not too far under water
And the voice is crystal like, chiseled like
winter
A high pitch scream pierces the puncture
And a bullet wound tethers on favored acupuncture
Eyes
Wide Shut Silence the Silence
And lungs fill with liquid acid
As
the glass cracks under the pressure
Of a dissipating endeavor.....
. .
. . . . . . . . .......Liquidating
the dreams of hopeless efforts
Drenched in things Come to pass
Smelling of the regurgitation
of symphonated similes
of unspoken calligraphy
uttered
in blood
And the laughter of a child continues
down
the hall.
and we are oblivious to the ceiling,
trapped
eternally by the walls.
Awards
Comments on "Walls"
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On Sunday, April 3, 2011, Meadowhawk
(160) wrote:
Searing visuals. Well written.
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A former member wrote:
Wow! Horrific images of dread & inevitable injury. As a devout claustrophobic I can really relate to being 'trapped'. Great words.
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On Thursday, March 31, 2011, serenesavage91
(33) wrote:
oh wow, this was so beautiful, Upside down on a glass ceiling, fabulous line! I love it so much ha ha.