Apr 10, 2009 01:26
I felt the anger and sadness weld up inside of me. I took slow, cautious steps. Faced the mirror, fell apart. Undressed myself, beating heart. Looked into my eyes, I lost. This new body has its cost. These dreams are only goals. Entire houses heated by the smallest coals. I am not into madness, I am a product of my sadness. To be so very alone. I looked at myself. 10 minutes. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. I screamed. I tugged at my hair and scratched at my chest. Alarms signaling inside, no, this is not a test. Burning acid making its way to my head.
The creature in the mirror was distorted. Water helps dilute what we cannot bear to see. He was convulsing as I was shaking. He said "If it's yours, then it's mine for the taking." And then I sang.
And then he sang:
I am only a little older
I am only a little older
I repeated to myself
The pain caused me to freeze
But I am not a Woolly Mammoth
I am not a Woolly Mammoth
No
I may be extinct
But I am not a Woolly Mammoth
Of which they're so eager to claim
No
But what I would give to be