Voices are only as strong As the people speaking. Pain is only as strong As the sound's breaking.
Sound breaks pretty often these days.
Fear, paranoia, panic Aching muscles, wringing hands. Late for class again: Hard to walk when you're scared of everyone.
I'm scared of everyone a lot these days.
A friend's foot is ahead of me, farther up. I motion to her with a raised foot That I wish to place that same foot there. She smiles. 'Do it,' she mouths. I shake my head.
People don't know what I mean much these days.
The pain worsens. I can't see straight. Even a raindrop feels like a punch to a bruised arm. As pain ascends, I descend. I'm smaller now.
I seem much smaller these days.
It's raining when I walk home. My parents say they told me to use an umbrella. I can't remember. They scold me for ignoring them, but I didn't.
I can't remember much of anything these days.
He stares at me. I stare back, silent. "What is your problem today?" he asks. I don't understand. He won't explain. I call out for help. He doesn't hear.
No one seems to hear much these days.
FN Pixie · Tue May 25, 2010 @ 01:47am · 0 Comments |