Spring lasted especially long this week.
I
danced alongside the tall grass,
wondered about butterflies breathing the same air as me,
competed with the rays of sunshine.
But even in spring, there were storms.
I knew it would end.
So, who's next in line?
Autumn? Winter? Summer?
Winter.
It was pitchblack.
The night came too soon.
So I threw my ashes into the fireplace
and it lit up the room for a little while.
Autumn.
I saw red
eyes like autumn leaves.
Last night
I couldn't fall asleep,
so I held a candle to the devil.
Summer.
I heard myself breathe.
My palms shouldn't slip out of what I was holding on to.
and sweat shouldn't taste like metal.
I.....
I tasted metal and I SAW
RED
It watched me rearrange everything in my room
but nothing was put in place.
Clothes weren't the only thing that were folded
and these creases I wear on my skin couldn't be ironed out.
The blizzard took everything away.
It was pitchblack
I swear I saw myself in the mirror,
but I wasn't there.
And I swear you were there,
but I wasn't.
I breathed.
Tried to do so quietly.
Not wishing to leave any footprints in the sand,
I ended up bringing a shoe full of sand home.
That night,
I watched the sandcastle I build crumble into thin air.
IT WAS PITCHBLACK. Where am I?
I HEARD MYSELF BREATHE. Stop breathing.
I SAW RED. There's a hole in the wall shaped like a fist.
I HEARD MYSELF BREATHE. I can't look into your eyes.
IT WAS PITCHBLACK. Where is everyone?
I HEARD MYSELF BREATHE. I'm sorry.
I SAW RED. I saw blue too
I watched the tides wash the bones I used to carry
and the skin I used to wear
away every night.
Red. Pitchblack. Breathe. Pitchblack. Pitchblack. Red. Breathe. I'm sorry. It's not my fault. I'm sorry. BREATHE. BREATHE. BREATHE.
I watched the seasons change against the sun's will.
I waited
for the calm after a storm.
I wished for them to stop.
I do not want spring, summer, autumn, or winter
Just give my skin and my bones
back to me.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
Spring lasted especially long this week.
I
danced alongside the tall grass,
wondered about butterflies breathing the same air as me,
competed with the rays of sunshine.
But even in spring, there were storms.
I knew it would end.
So, who's next in line?
Autumn? Winter? Summer?
Winter.
It was pitchblack.
The night came too soon.
So I threw my ashes into the fireplace
and it lit up the room for a little while.
Autumn.
I saw red
eyes like autumn leaves.
Last night
I couldn't fall asleep,
so I held a candle to the devil.
Summer.
I heard myself breathe.
My palms shouldn't slip out of what I was holding on to.
and sweat shouldn't taste like metal.
I.....
I tasted metal and I SAW
RED
It watched me rearrange everything in my room
but nothing was put in place.
Clothes weren't the only thing that were folded
and these creases I wear on my skin couldn't be ironed out.
The blizzard took everything away.
It was pitchblack
I swear I saw myself in the mirror,
but I wasn't there.
And I swear you were there,
but I wasn't.
I breathed.
Tried to do so quietly.
Not wishing to leave any footprints in the sand,
I ended up bringing a shoe full of sand home.
That night,
I watched the sandcastle I build crumble into thin air.
IT WAS PITCHBLACK. Where am I?
I HEARD MYSELF BREATHE. Stop breathing.
I SAW RED. There's a hole in the wall shaped like a fist.
I HEARD MYSELF BREATHE. I can't look into your eyes.
IT WAS PITCHBLACK. Where is everyone?
I HEARD MYSELF BREATHE. I'm sorry.
I SAW RED. I saw blue too
I watched the tides wash the bones I used to carry
and the skin I used to wear
away every night.
Red. Pitchblack. Breathe. Pitchblack. Pitchblack. Red. Breathe. I'm sorry. It's not my fault. I'm sorry. BREATHE. BREATHE. BREATHE.
I watched the seasons change against the sun's will.
I waited
for the calm after a storm.
I wished for them to stop.
I do not want spring, summer, autumn, or winter
Just give my skin and my bones
back to me.
just thought I'd try a different style of writing. So here it is.
