bekah (monsoonrain) wrote in writ3rs,
bekah
monsoonrain
writ3rs

the scare...

i, hourglass bent out of shape
rather, into a shape i cannot entertain the thought of
heartbeat pounding in the center of the sandgrains of time
i feel lost without a trace
without hope of finding myself....
i ask you, simply to find pieces of me in the elements and cut them out in jagged pieces to piece together as jigsaw-puzzle me....you do not answer
wind-song...moon-shine...sun-glow....
and i, eclipsed by this sudden arrival
i am feeling like a haunted house
vomiting up fetal-tide
swimming in my own thread of womb
i cannot bear this possibility out from the flesh of me...
i, love-sick imitation-mantra
become a hum-drumming of frantic rhythms...breathing in-out what:then what:then what:then...
i become the metallic almost-smell
the gut of my emotions too large to attempt sucking themselves in to please the masses.....
they have dressed me in mime-makeup i am catupolting towards a tight-rope-wire
i become the mental-state wanting to get rid of itself
before becoming the inch and a half between death and the cold air....suspended without definition
i, hourglass bent out of shape
rather, into a shape i cannot entertain the thought of
heartbeat pounding in the center of the sandgrains of time
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