by Ledesma, Hannah F. 3AD7
Submission for NS102
Bewildered by none and bored for even less
I’ve had chances to free myself, but I digress
that as I maintain this facade of happiness,
Could the truth be even farther then?
The hollow I walk through, in the vacuum I stay
for an eternity, that ecstasy I’d suffocate in
Step in, leaving my entrails along the way
behind that door, before that miserable, pathetic famine
Your thoughts that were words, you keep them jammed in your head
Sing to the porous walls, kiss, touch, what else?
You breathe out and out and in again
for what is air to something that’s already dead?
Screaming yet reluctant, what comes out is a whisper
One you pull back before anyone was fast enough to decipher
Blind them, dance, chant weave the curtains blur
Keep down that gin with all the resilience you could muster
I leave the one-way windows down, and uncurtained
I don’t blink and neither do you, we’re okay, you’re certain (?)
(the loud rain, the trains, the films adoring),
It’s the inevitable red herring
and for what it’s worth, it’s still amazing,
That in nineteen I’ve believed them all to be disgusting.