Under the stretched skin of my back
Under the stretched skin of my back, fire moths flap their wings, anxious to be born
Kapok trees blossom everywhere, crowding out the thoughts in my head
In corners somewhere, colors, sensations, taste, smell--
Walk ten flights in the shoes of a dancer
Red criss-crossing lines bound my feet
Blades of grass storm the air, obscuring my glimpse of
The deformed hind legs of a chained white beast,
eschewing the failings of society
I blinked, and the white fence is gone.
Where is my next stop?
Originally posted on Feb. 16, 2008 at LJ. Reposted here because it's Poetry month =)
Kapok trees blossom everywhere, crowding out the thoughts in my head
In corners somewhere, colors, sensations, taste, smell--
Walk ten flights in the shoes of a dancer
Red criss-crossing lines bound my feet
Blades of grass storm the air, obscuring my glimpse of
The deformed hind legs of a chained white beast,
eschewing the failings of society
I blinked, and the white fence is gone.
Where is my next stop?
Originally posted on Feb. 16, 2008 at LJ. Reposted here because it's Poetry month =)