my first step cracked the ground like phyllo pastry / alarms pierced through dense air that struggled to reach my lungs / massive acrid pills fell from the darkening sky / inching closer to me with every second / as if the world was demanding for me to swallow them / my body absorbed lightning faster than it could ever charge through the sky / my heart seized with every glance / so I kept my eyes downcast / settling on a strong smooth obsidian / that rested below the ground / tremors overtook my hands / and I leaped onto the stone.
This is the poem I wrote for the first day of Escapril (created by Savannah Brown). The prompt is "when I opened my eyes," and this is my interpretation. I hope you enjoy it, and my poem for the second day will be posted later today!
My thoughts take the shape of water And drizzle down from the hands of smokey clouds my scalp itches with desperation to feel the coolness of the September wind run its fingers through my hair but here we are, under canopies of summer rain thinking about the leaves changing colours and how everything will fade again my lungs, they ache for foggy streets to inhale the tears of evergreens and wander off to where the air is thin I write in dark corners, hiding from heat waves With an aching heart that yearns to see you grow
Soft light and fresh sense, cooling air descends. Lungs expand more gently at ease, apprehension slides with death. Breathe in to converse with greenery as the day now dips and sets. Though the clucks and clicks continue on, colours no longer reflect to bounce the burning image of a molten head. Nevertheless we're not done yet, tomorrow's bound to come along with new problems until we're laid to rest.
the lion tiptoes in circles around her. her mind spins in opposite circles while the voice in her head yells "run." but her limbs freeze and lock into place. she hides her breath deep in her lungs, staring straight into the lion's eyes hoping it won't feel the fear in the air. each second crashes onto her shoulders, until the lion slowly saunters away, becoming a small shape in the distance.
#escapril day 22! Re-posting due to issues with the website.
Let me sleep until reality turns grey Let me breathe until my lungs tear to shreds Let me live alone in a house with a cat Let me not be touched or tainted
But the world wants you to be touched The world wants you to see reality in all its horrifying colors The world wants you to breathe softly And to live with the noises and smiles Of the house you always dreamed of.
What do you when you start to feel like you can’t breathe again? Your chest gets heavy, and a simple inhale hurts so bad a tear twinges at your eyes. My chest, my lungs heaving as if I ran ten miles, but here I am sitting on my bed in the dark grasping at my chest, the burning of a decade of cigarettes beating me down to the point of where if I try to stand my knees would give and I would lay an empty puddle on the cold hard floor.