
I was home, standing next to the window that invites a full, late sun into the room. It seemed that the sun brought with it the heat and light of an entire day. It always does this.
I was standing there singing my song, feeling the heat on my face.
I could see the words coming out of my mouth as I sang. They strung together and twirling like a ribbon, they fell onto the table beside me. Then the ribbon of words slipped off the table and coiled onto the floor like a snake getting ready to strike.
I could see the words coming out of my mouth as I sang. They strung together and twirling like a ribbon, they fell onto the table beside me. Then the ribbon of words slipped off the table and coiled onto the floor like a snake getting ready to strike.
So I ran.
And the words chased me, darting at my feet - the pronged tongue licking at my heels.
Before I was bitten, I woke up.
Refreshed, but unwilling to finish what I started.
*Artwork: At Rest by Pino
1 comment:
What's up girl? Is this your poetry??? Really good stuff!
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