Over The Top

Pleases stop staring at my legs

They were here yesterday

And today your making them shake

Please stop staring at me

I was here yesterday too

And you're making me quiver

Silver bells ring in my ears

And I refuse to decline a pathway to these sliver tears

I cannot bear it any longer

This isn't making me stronger

My bones feel cold

My eyes hotter

My arms, legs....without ground they are

Wordless breaths escape this throat, clearly, through clenched teeth


And I think...a thought is formed


Fingertips connect with cotton...


Mercy!


...the thought is dashed...reduced to naught

And I sit,

Eyes fluttering,

Head tossing to and fro, trying at best to rid this thing in my veins

And yet this a supplement,

An elixir perhaps,

This is that which I can no longer live without.


Sincerely,
Shaziane

P.S. Do forgive me once again.