I can taste the colors of god
When I stand up just a little too quickly
From my chair.
Some say it's an iron deficiency.
But I like to believe
That the phosphenes that dance in my eyes
Are the tiny heartbeats
Of a million past lives
Shifting in my skull
As they try to settle once again.
For when you stand up
Even just a little too quickly
The foggy veil
Of a thousand fetal membranes
Is removed from over your head all at once.
Even if it is just for a second.
Your lungs become heavy with their breaths.
So you must fight for your turn
As they rush in.
Flavors unfamiliar to this version of you
Swell on your tongue
And you cannot help but to lean on a nearby wall.
They are so loud
Yet they are so dull.
They are just barely hanging on while they still have your attention.
But you cannot touch them.
You cannot have them.
You have already learned what you needed from them.
So you must fill your lungs with your own breath once again
And take a trip to the health food store.
Iron supplements might be a good choice.
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
