In the rationed sunlight
when there is no sun inside the room
and it is vaguely dark
a figure walks away from me
like a noiseless shadow.
It walks past the door and kneels
as if to scratch an itch. On the wall
a shape appears, like a photo frame
in which I see the darkness
of my dark beating heart, a scratch
running through it like an arrow.
the figure now morphs to a gecko
its shadow crawls up the wall
behind the photo frame
and nibbles at the arrow
Quietly, I walk past
- the streak of sunlight
- floating dust specks
- the noiseless shadow
and step out.
The photo-frame follows me
with the beating heart,
the arrow, and
the nibbling gecko
still inside, now
a streak of liquid drips from it.
I wear a rain-cloak
under the charcoal gray clouds
ready to burst on me.
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 7:51 AM UTC
In the rationed sunlight
when there is no sun inside the room
and it is vaguely dark
a figure walks away from me
like a noiseless shadow.
It walks past the door and kneels
as if to scratch an itch. On the wall
a shape appears, like a photo frame
in which I see the darkness
of my dark beating heart, a scratch
running through it like an arrow.
the figure now morphs to a gecko
its shadow crawls up the wall
behind the photo frame
and nibbles at the arrow
Quietly, I walk past
- the streak of sunlight
- floating dust specks
- the noiseless shadow
and step out.
The photo-frame follows me
with the beating heart,
the arrow, and
the nibbling gecko
still inside, now
a streak of liquid drips from it.
I wear a rain-cloak
under the charcoal gray clouds
ready to burst on me.