Breathing is for normal days

Grind up teacups

and snort the porcelain dust.

 

Today, whispers hide within the walls

and screams rush out of my mouth, tripping over each other

in chaotic panic to escape my collapsing lungs.

 

Breathe--

 

No!

Breathing is for normal days;

 

right now I huff and I puff

and I tear out my tears,

 

and the screams shred my voice into cries and then dust,

 

ghosts spill out;

my mouth is wider than the moon,

jaw stretched and breathless.

Author's Note

Not happy with the title--help!

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

I think Eglantine is a terrific poet, and I like this a lot. A cliche free, creative, original poem that startles with fantastic imagery, with great punctuation ( often underestimated) and line breaks.This is the kind of work other poets should look at, as the right way to be creative.

[eglantine]

Thank you as always :)

[Devons]

"with great punctuation ( often underestimated)"....

I second that.

[Justin]

that title is awesome :) :) the title describes the poem really well :) the poem is awesome :) great job :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

There are times we need just to sit back and let the storm pass and sometimes we be to be the rage in the eye of the storm.

[h d e rushin]

there are certain days, (weeks) when I cry for no good reason. So I try to attach some meaning to it,
like some wayward wizard tries to attach promise to the wishes that he granted. Breathing is for
normal days only if normal is that which fits comfortably within those joyful margins. Otherwise,
it cannot be.

A fascinating poem with an apropos title..... I love it...dana

[eglantine]

Thank you for the read!

[Emily B]

this was my yesterday, and as always you wrote it just perfectly!

[Emily B]

I think the title is perfect. it drew me right in.

[eglantine]

Thank you! I appreciate it