around the corner, down the brick street
straddling a fine line of sunshine and shadow
standing amidst a sea of gazes and uncertainty
a different world behind each set of searching eyes
all of this, simply what i see behind mine
picking out a piece
something like a riddle
something everyone else isn't good at
straight out: grasping the cold door handle
screeching open to find a river in the sky
and grass as blue as an ocean
that you've never seen
or it's been a while
and words are only traps
incarcerating thoughts and emotions
swallowing the key
falling into a deep sleep
interesting that they provide an escape route
for the feelings to breathe
maybe it is only because of the dream
fingernails long and strong
the skin on your back,
just below the shoulders,
sinking..fighting against the pressure
from the frustration
the shaking
and you can't even wake up
eyes closed
open only at your convenience
i just want to keep going
spewing enough so much it could make me run
have the courage to go
it sizzles, sitting in the pit
like a tea kettle full of water
no escape for the steam
no place to scream
sit. inhale the blazing vapor.
smoldering insides
destroying the one genesis
where the storm has a chance to subside
is it too late?
never.
but it is time to go