A bracelet, more like an anklet, because freedom was too far stretched. Not the elegant, delicate kind, but a public shaming defined.
By Hannah Hooper3 years ago in Poets
Reaching for the distant; distance, space created as the smoke escapes. Escapes from my lungs; a lot at stake, needing to numb this relentless ache.
Combat not seen by most of our eyes, Most ears are foreign to someone’s last cry. A human; a friend, a partner who died,
Spotlight centered on the stage, The only area allowed to be engaged. The lights so bright; so strange, Darkness outside the light; a cage.
Wanting to pen my younger self, Dust-stained book taken off my shelf. Blank pages crinkled inside. Waiting to hold words with pride.
Not random, Just to throw a tantrum. They beckon; they come, Come to the surface and overcome. “Listen to me, for I am a messenger,
Restless; a stirring inside, Outward movement I cannot hide. Like leaves rustling in the wind, *The wind not seen* But its effects displayed on widescreen.
Blurred lights; faint sounds, Mumbling voices; chills abound. Clammy skin; heart beating, Dry mouth; am I dying? Strained eyes; room spinning,
By Hannah Hooper3 years ago in Psyche
Shaken, afraid, Delusional, ashamed. Crutch in the backseat, My pain lured me to cheat. Cheat I did picking up the crutch,
Dial turned all the way to cold, Any other day, I would have felt so bold. The most extreme temperature would do, With what options I had; they were few.
Swinging for the fences, Always on the offensive. Hitting balls out of the park, All day long leaving my mark. Without warning; without sound,
Side to uncomfortable side, Spinning, oh God, everything is spinning. Thoughts racing through my mind, Contributing to a massive migraine.