if I could hold my breath
and become the spackle on the wall
I would
if I could paint myself into the background noise
I would
yet somehow
sans any concurrence
I am dragged into the spotlight
notions of wonder and gold dancing beyond my eyelids
I'm told I'll be glitter and gold and all things good
but to hang as a portrait on the wall
aye, I would.
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 9:42 PM UTC
if I could hold my breath
and become the spackle on the wall
I would
if I could paint myself into the background noise
I would
yet somehow
sans any concurrence
I am dragged into the spotlight
notions of wonder and gold dancing beyond my eyelids
I'm told I'll be glitter and gold and all things good
but to hang as a portrait on the wall
aye, I would.
