stumbling down the stairs
there's a heaviness to your feet
it's as though the world won't
let you go, keeps you grounded
when it feels like you should be flying
there's a stain on the third step
from when you
slipped and
f
e
l
l
and bled
when you reach the bottom
there's awful sounds coming from
the couch, and you don't want to look
but it happens anyways, your reptilian eyes
seek out movement and track, but your heart
is caught in your throat,
and there's bile in your stomach
(swallow it down)
oh
that's the only word which
passes through your head
oh
and that's all it takes to
make you leave, to escape
get away from that sight
oh
it follows you as you enter
your car, and you scream,
and you can't stop hearing
the mantra of pine tree pine tree
the car turns over when you
see their face in the window
evacuate before it gets worse
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
