Split Screen.
She sits alone, knees tucked to her chest.
Glassy eyes, thin lips, and quivering limbs.
She is found in her motel room, enveloped in a haze,
a mist of fear and misguided insecurities.
An anger looms throughout,
a result of projection and bitter,
unforgiving heads and hearts.
It embeds itself in the walls of this
synthetic home,
built with a foundation of glass bottles
filled with whiskey.
Yet there are dreams
in which she emerges,
caked with the mud that choked her
future back into her throat.
Her lungs open, and new air
rushes to welcome her.
Her eyes grow bright, and dirt
falls from her eyelashes
onto the mounds of white snow.
And so a shift meets the air,
and the night sky is settling in,
covering the earth in the glow of stars.
She clings to them, for they are her hope.
They are her faith in something real.
She rests her head upon the ground
and throws her eyes above the trees,
whispering gratitude below her breath.
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Okay. I've been working at this for two hours, and we all know I don't know how to end poetry. This is all I can do for now without losing my mind completely. I hope there is some sort of understanding in this.
;P
P.S. Imagine someone actually sticking their tongue out and winking at the same time. It is a funny thought.
Glassy eyes, thin lips, and quivering limbs.
She is found in her motel room, enveloped in a haze,
a mist of fear and misguided insecurities.
An anger looms throughout,
a result of projection and bitter,
unforgiving heads and hearts.
It embeds itself in the walls of this
synthetic home,
built with a foundation of glass bottles
filled with whiskey.
Yet there are dreams
in which she emerges,
caked with the mud that choked her
future back into her throat.
Her lungs open, and new air
rushes to welcome her.
Her eyes grow bright, and dirt
falls from her eyelashes
onto the mounds of white snow.
And so a shift meets the air,
and the night sky is settling in,
covering the earth in the glow of stars.
She clings to them, for they are her hope.
They are her faith in something real.
She rests her head upon the ground
and throws her eyes above the trees,
whispering gratitude below her breath.
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Okay. I've been working at this for two hours, and we all know I don't know how to end poetry. This is all I can do for now without losing my mind completely. I hope there is some sort of understanding in this.
;P
P.S. Imagine someone actually sticking their tongue out and winking at the same time. It is a funny thought.