Heights

oh, just to watch you fall...

asphalt stretches like the horizon

on either side of sanity

pulling apart the trees

the sidewalks

and the people

from the grates

and their metalwork

 

I want to run as fast as I can

around and around the block

without falling down the stairs

of course I’ll stumble anyways

but it never hurts to try

 

it aches to try

my fingers are frostbitten

for lack of gloves

and the rest of my body

is conversely aflame

heated from emotion and words

and dandelions

wished and dreamt upon

like the weeds they are

 

my eyes graze the floor

and stay there

lingering over the common thread

of cracks and lines and colors

shoes hardly entering

my peripheral

 

pretending is so much more my style

I laugh

I revel

I even carry on

into the night I cry a thousand black tears

in the rain

so no one can see

how much this hurts me

inside

 

but tomorrow

I’ll come back and play

because you have no idea

that I’m there

the anonymity finally good for something

if all contrivances fail

and the open sign’s not so neon

for future reference

I'm beautiful inside

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Kevin McKenna]

heated from emotion and words
and dandelions

I just tried to picture someone trying to be heated by dandelions, and it was amazing. Sunflowers offer heat as well.

I dig.