(no subject)
a beginning and an end
what catches the floor to the ceiling?
swiftly rushing from room to room.
I'm draining! I'm draining.
an exclamation, a statement
no one hears but the thriving, overgrown plants and the blue curtains.
it has happened, not in a hotel, not in a visited house
but in an eclectic, self named styled room.
my own.
my head hangs in ache, my body quivered and untouched.
the noise softens to a drowned tone, forced under by panic.
its natural to feel fear, to feel anything, indeed.
scraw, scrimped, scratched, scream.
what catches the floor to the ceiling?
swiftly rushing from room to room.
I'm draining! I'm draining.
an exclamation, a statement
no one hears but the thriving, overgrown plants and the blue curtains.
it has happened, not in a hotel, not in a visited house
but in an eclectic, self named styled room.
my own.
my head hangs in ache, my body quivered and untouched.
the noise softens to a drowned tone, forced under by panic.
its natural to feel fear, to feel anything, indeed.
scraw, scrimped, scratched, scream.