I place my ear to the side of the metal bed frame
Wait
Listen
Focus on the clanging that reverbrates between the poles
Trying to find the secrets hidden within
Like the rolls stuffed inside
Filling the hollowness with money
A dream of too many
But instead I hear a clearness
Emptiness
Just a heartbeat too fast trying to pour sound into the nothingness
My clothes feeling too tight
Skin itchy
Stomach beginning its nightly whine
Knowing that no matter how often I check
I will still feel the hunger gnawing at my insides
Reminding me that we are all prisoners to this regime
One that suffocates our minds with headlines and black air
Our charger cord the handcuffs chaining us to the metal bed frame
As we wait, listen, try to focus on something that might give us a smidge of salvation from this embarrassment
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Big shout out to my PapaBear Jim for doing an impromptu writing session with me.
For this super random prompt, we were given 6 random words to weave into a poem, story, prose, or whatever. But only FIVE minutes to stream write. These were the words we got: bed / ear / embarrassment / money / clothes / fast.
And yes, this was written in 5 minutes.
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Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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