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NightmareIn the moment that could be forever;
I hold my breath hoping to surface--
And not succumb and drown,
In the pounding of my own heart
Set at a pace to break my ribs,
The scream caught in my tightened throat--
Voice shrivelled to nothing.
Chasing the chills along my spine
Immobilised by panic,
Locked in place by own fears,
Longing for something to wake me.
Just Sleeping...Powering down as the cogs stop turning,
Thoughts scattered like leaves on a wind.
Sand grains on a beach,
That very last sigh;
Breathing feels artificial.
Or something like it.
Being awake is a stranger for now.
Food has been like cardboard for....
...for what seems like forever,
I miss ice-cream
The colours and the noises...
Such a cacophony
Things were more pleasant once...
...once upon a time,
Like a fairy-tale.
Kisses won’t work as an alarm clock.
Only patience and time.
Make-upYou poured your make-up on--
A thick ,smothering, second skin.
Embracing that disguise
The person beneath no longer showing.
Artfully flawless in your mask--
As I scrubbed mine off;
Tearing my flesh if need be,
Unafraid to be unique.
Not wanting to be what you make me--
To remain singular.
Too honest in a gathering of frauds,
The Individual amongst the clones.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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