Aug 2015
"What's your name?"
They ask.
Skin rising with chill bumps
and tingles.
I have 3 heads chasing
in circles and my eyes are dazed,
looking for stillness--peace.
My tongue is a smooth stranger,
flapping in my mouth
in need of Adam's ale and
Jesus's blood.
My knees buckle
crackling into crushed powder
of failed human strength
as air pushes me down.
Arches of my feet throbbing
against my skin and the *****
of my feet feel the blood
ricocheting along the veins.
"Speak up, girl." They voice
again. *Who are They? Is They a
calm cherub or fuming fiend. I
cannot tell.
I.
Am.
Broken.
They ask.
Skin rising with chill bumps
and tingles.
I have 3 heads chasing
in circles and my eyes are dazed,
looking for stillness--peace.
My tongue is a smooth stranger,
flapping in my mouth
in need of Adam's ale and
Jesus's blood.
My knees buckle
crackling into crushed powder
of failed human strength
as air pushes me down.
Arches of my feet throbbing
against my skin and the *****
of my feet feel the blood
ricocheting along the veins.
"Speak up, girl." They voice
again. *Who are They? Is They a
calm cherub or fuming fiend. I
cannot tell.
I.
Am.
Broken.
