I couldn't deal with being blinded. I didn't think anyone could properly form themselves back together when their sight was suddenly taken. I tried to grasp my bearings, I really did, but there was only so much my brain could process. A slow brain that handled any stressful situation with anxiety and panic attacks. I …
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Ring
I had restraint oncerosemary fields, a line of flags abovelettering with gold tips, silver liningsbroken, wooden boards, with wheat growingaround the wellswhite flowers, growth of lavender,emerald veins filled with chalkdull reigns to divide and talkI had restraint oncedual fields, more lines belowbut nothing but white lines, makingsquares of marble stoneas thunder breaks bonetelling me to …
Waiting
sometimes waiting....waiting...waiting...bruised and down, helpless and brokenwaiting...waiting...wondering what could have happenedwondering where to run and hidewaiting...waiting...sometimes waiting...frozen in fear...and...
Roses
contactI'm conscious through reflections from the bouncing starburning spots made from dust contactthe touch from mist, the fuzzy moss above the barklike the aroma of morning coffee it's about contactbeing aware through insight born from bubbling popsglazing the top of the glass the contactis fresh aligned and mint to graze your lipsbringing with it, a …
Adrift Along the Shore
Cast into a seaworthy ship, a siren calls to shells across timea casting line below the crag, fishing for minutes and hours.Bellows of beasts chime with love, circling in their own melodyLike whales who warn of whistling wails, or screeches that soundmuffled under all the water, yet call across seconds to sing again. Casting across …
Four Days of Lazarus
fracturedA word used to tell about a split,sometimes the middle, other timesmessypatterns, questions, every directionthe glass can't hold together for longso to try,to force the splinters throughand to only see one flash of lightwiththe top bathed in crystalsbegging for reliefall my heart.
Call to Arms
Call to arms, when trying to fight,position, platform, where to go,what to hit, how to aim, hand and eyes together, fighting to survive.Once, there was a call to arms, the first time was the endless barrage of bombs in the skyblasting corpses from the skydefend.A teaching moment, a momentin survival, planning, relying when to fight, …
Convection Tinged
How many hits could he take? Twenty?No, must be thirty by now and increasing every second. The burly, giant-no, monster--mounted me before he could react. Trying to block the desperate claws, there was never going to be a moment when the barrage would pause. The beast screamed a roaring laugh, guttural and gurgling, as each …
Afterthought
a creature born, dine to deal a creature dies, born to breathe in the afterlife, it stains the curtains with every strike, knuckles worn a creature cut anymore a creature shocks, caught to catch a creature falls, lives to lie a creature follows, born to die. a creature signs, wrecked a way a creature struggles, …
Ignition
Impossibilities. It's impossible to be idle. Impossible to not try. Impossible not to scream. For more.
Just Buckle Down 