Palms pressed against cold wire... so close to the edge... holding on tightly to what's left... just barely a supported grip... lines on my face... an imprint that may fade... or a permanent reminder of hate... eyes forced open... frantically fixed and glossed over... stay still don't move... snap... it's perfect... into a frame to protect re-live and display... unknown to you the part you would play... disoriented but breathing... sharing the spotlight with the insignificant space that surrounds it... trying to reach further... to surpass the limitations... moving slowly through the darkness... separating the lines... as lines become shapes... I question reality... snap your fingers 3 times... now pick a place and Design...in the moment and feeling inspired... staring at a cold metal canvas... the surface rough Tangled with spaces... similar to humans that have many faces... a distant memory now stone Cold... I have now been altered... a secret we now share... out in the open to view... no one else has a clue...
... Kelcee All