Self Expression Magazine


Posted on the 06 March 2013 by Gray Eyed Athena @grayeyedowl

I am but a shard of self, fractured and pieced out, parsed out

One foot in front of the other, head down

Moments of sheer panic, is today Wednesday?  Or Thursday?  I can’t remember.  I’m missing something, the world has moved but I was stuck, my foot caught in a crevice and I cannot know, I do not know where I am.  Please hear me.

Waking at 2 in the morning to hear the house mock me, my terror at my failure a rising tide of bile in my throat, running my fingers over the crest of my hip bone, a rosary in flesh and stone.

I only wish to slip from this skin and put on another’s.  Things spin, a web or a dervish, and in the center I stand in slow motion and try to catch my breath, my world a seesaw quivering and unreachable.

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