THE...DREAM UNTIES...THE WRITING AND/THE/WORDS//JUST FALL /IN/A/SENSELESS/HEAP/AT/MY/FEET. . .
In my dream
I am
everything
not only the ball of thread
unraveling
but Ariadne’s trembling hand
and a frightened Theseus
as the echo of his footsteps
are erased by the silence
that rebounds
from these spiraling walls
until finally
reaching the center
of all this horror
I find that I am
the Minotaur
roaring with fear
and pain and anger and shame
and then I
wake up
words useless words
scattered about my feet
stupid
stupid
as tears.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
THE...DREAM UNTIES...THE WRITING AND/THE/WORDS//JUST FALL /IN/A/SENSELESS/HEAP/AT/MY/FEET. . .
In my dream
I am
everything
not only the ball of thread
unraveling
but Ariadne’s trembling hand
and a frightened Theseus
as the echo of his footsteps
are erased by the silence
that rebounds
from these spiraling walls
until finally
reaching the center
of all this horror
I find that I am
the Minotaur
roaring with fear
and pain and anger and shame
and then I
wake up
words useless words
scattered about my feet
stupid
stupid
as tears.
