Drunk etch-a-sketch

In through the door of unsaid

Deeper into the cave

I crawl

Breathing deeper than

I have the breath to breathe

Warmth in a box

Rattling my brain

For now

Don’t try to say a word

Leave the tears under the stairs

My heart only breaks

When it’s alive

And I’m feeling

Something or anything

I come up to find my

Silver lining, my family of challenge

Yet, my unsettled life

Turns upside-down at the first chance

I blink and find myself in a

Hall of mirrors

Nothing is as it seems

The pool next to me

Will expand and contract

Breathing better than I can

I grab hold of a bottle

Beautiful

The struggle to unleash the

Liquid

Is justified by the giggling

Into the goblet of my mouth

A swish onto the pallet

And the tenderness of the

Moment lets me go and I can

Go back to numb once again

The flood comes and goes

The pen ebbs and flows

The rush of weather contributes to

The cold and flat

Life is as steady as this

Silly etch-a sketch


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