April 21 2014

Writing Attempt: Poetry

Today my chest is comprised of the mud that fills the Swamp of Sadness.

 Its weight pulling me down down, fusing my above as one with my below.

Then I am asked to walk.

I absorb my darkest clothes,

(Taking on the Gothic persona that reflects my state)

Imagine my lips painted a shade of mourning,

And flop out into the world around me,

Each movement forward a blobulous smash against the earth.

 

I am slow

I am sad

I am slipping into a space that I fear I may not escape from.

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Hard day. Tomorrow is my big personal work day where I try to get my writing into InDesign. Wishing myself luck and focus. (ha - we'll see)

love

CB