interrogations

asking questions aloud
is a foreign concept,
mental emissions
will have to do
for now.



stark room,
no spaces for contrast,
but if i squint my eyes
just a little more,
i can make it seem like
one big tablet...

my fingers itch for paint,
but they're shackled down,
cold metal
cutting into my pale wrists.

but at least they'll blend in.



bright light shines from some
unreachable space and,
eyes closed,
all i see is red.

and their questions echo,
but i don't remember the language
or the answers that prompt
from my forked tongue.

and i wonder if i'm lying.

Reviews

[Cocoacandy]

*points to the sky* whats that mean (if you havent seem the commercial, you won't get it lol... slightly confusing and not entirely clear on the meanin of the word, but as usual, i like your work..
*cocoabean*