Euphoric Discomfort
sensations
Specks of deformed and malnourished thoughts-
Scour through months of sewage and debris-
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And at 2:26 a.m. my concepts and feelings-
Are being streamlined-
As delicately as sugar is blown-
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A tedious tortuous task-
That never takes its' intended shape-
And often shatters before it is placed on the display table-
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The liquified meals of the day soak my dry tongue-
And I gulp down the river of acid my dam couldn't stop-
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Sweat glazes my hand and I trace my clouds and mountains-
Oiling my thigh tattoos, tending to my canvas-
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A black spot soars across my glasses and I swat at it to protect myself-
My coarse coils twirl around my pointer finger to ground me-
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I vacuum all the air my nostrils and lungs can withstand-
Waiting on a whiff of white tea and sage that lies sedentary-
Instead the odor of blandness stings the back of my throat-
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I am clawing and scraping to present a complete thought before I collapse-
So I feverishly attempt to compound my thoughts into a resin textured waterfall because blown sugar was too fragile-
But 37 songs of other people's self expression tunnel past my ear wax-
Causing 111 cracks in my creation-
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My body starts producing its own salt based waterfall-
I ooze off the velvet couch to the hardwood floor-
Edge the table out of my away-
And I perilously connect the shards -
Staining the glass like material with blood from the fast appearing cuts on my hands and knees-
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Time leaves my consciousness-
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When I reach the climatic placement of the final piece of my makeshift, unrefined puzzle-
My chest completes its final death roll-
I rise-
Glance at the product of my euphoric discomfort-
And turn the lights off
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Comments (2)
My soul finds a home with the poetic banter of this work. Often seeking solace in a similar sanctuary, revives my senses and restores my harmony. Well done!
Super superb surreal poem!!! Left some love!!!💖💖💕