Listening to Nu Goth on Google Play Radio
and trying to find yourself in chaos
Like Grass, we grow aiming at the Sky
some tall, some green, some dead,
some alive. Look-alikes. Narrative tales
we sell ourselves short of the truth, of the creation
of beautiful things, of dreams
long ago. Agnes came, cried a folk tune
beating it
out on the backs of
bows.
“You look good” in leather, in bars, in hotel rooms,
dripping in golden feathers and the crowns of Queens.
You say you are terrified, you want to be born again
on the shores of your brain's own protection. The lies
we spin to cover our sins are hiding in that village we left
long ago. It was in your nature to be inviting. Welcome
to the Kingdom of Waiting, to the Ends
of Our Lives, they say as
they smile and hand over deposit slips. Humanity
incoming.
If I thought it would be polite, I’d compare your voice
to a Clearwater ripple, monotone,
(gently)
abrasive, when you say “I am terrified.”
I see fear in your eyes. Have I drank too much
(not enough)?
Is my heart not thumping in rhythm to the
pound
pound
pound of
run, run, blood? Can't you see
there are “lions in here,” and
they don’t want us to succeed?
About the Creator
Cheyenne N.
an aspiring author ✍️ | a stringer of mildly poetic words | writing an epic fantasy WIP | currently 📖 Black Prism | she/her 🙋🏻♀️ | 🏳️🌈 | slytherin 🐍 | INFP ☮️ | Libra ♎️
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