I think these walls are killing me
in the half-light of the drapery-filtered morning,
breathing is nearly unbearable;
the fan whirs with its white-noised voice,
failing in its attempt at swallowing the stagnancy,
managing only to distribute it in an oscillating,
luke-warm stream that, every few seconds,
blows directly into my face,
making my breath catch in a baby breath gasp,
the unsure gasp of not knowing from where the next will come
I think these walls are killing me
I sit, immobile, acutely aware of my mass,
of the blood begrudgingly pumping its percussive rhythm in my temples,
of the defective dampness emerging on my forehead,
of the ever-growing patches of petechiae-speckled skin,
evidence of an incurable itch that has risen up from the fate that is history-stitched to the soles of my flattened feet
I think these walls are killing me
I long for a singular, bottomless breath,
for the autonomous, unfiltered sunlight and its searing warmth upon my face,
for the forced closure of my eyes,
for the rays’ piercing, pinky-red glow on the backs of my tired eyelids,
and its tender, ruby kiss lingering on the pasty surface of my gossamer cheeks
I long for earth and alchemy
-image via Pixabay
You’re an amazing poet Angela!
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Thank you so much, Kat, I appreciate you saying so more than you know! 💜
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This is fantastic, and I especially liked how the last line made me go back and reread it from the beginning and see the elements–earth, air, water, and fire–that appear in each part of the poem. That final transformation was some very clever alchemy.
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Thank you so much, Christopher. I hadn’t realized that until you pointed it out!
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I could feel every word of that, Angela!
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I’m so happy it spoke to you, Calen, thank you! 💜
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Wow.
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Hope that’s good!
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Oh yes.
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Ahhh, thank you so much, Bojana. That means so much from you!! 💜🙏🏻
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Fabulous, my sister!
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Thank you so much, Rita! 💜
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My pleasure ❤
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The ace of this, the weight of it…..inescapable. Beautiful poetry from Angela!
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Thank you so much, Susan! I’m humbled and so touched. 💜
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The pleasure is mine, my friend! It had to be shared!
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Angela, this is so good!!!!!! One of those poems I wish I had written!
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Susan, you just made my day! I am so humbled. Thank you so very much – that means so much coming from you. 💜🙏🏻
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I Love your writing, my friend! It speaks so strongly to me!
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Thank you. Likewise, my friend. 💜
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