Infra-Red

anon; wing

The rustles all sound the same

The tornadoes

Their whispers hug my knees

And my screams are then drowned out by the infra-red noises coming from within my being

I can feel the earth shake

The beans from the pods are splitting open

There’s nothing here to hold me down; the whispers, drowning

I miss the way it used to be

Me on my knees

Begging me to be something more than I already am