Glass Boxes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just a free verse.

The world peers at me with eyes too black for comfort.
They glisten like the steel tongue of a dagger,
and they slice through me like one, too. 
All that I think is all that I have,
all that I feel is all that there is,
truly,
the universe outside is a montage of abstract paintings,
lackluster, irrelevant. 
The people point through the walls of glass,
and it is I they observe within this cage. 
A hurricane with skin. A tornado on fire. 
Too unstable to belong. 
Stand back, kids, 
don't feed the animal. 
I gaze back out at them with eyes dead and cold, 
twin pieces of coal,
because any fire that burned for this life
sputtered out ages ago. 
This relentless labyrinth of emotion sprawls through me,
head to toe to gut to everything throughout, 
choking me like a blanket of ivy. 
I thought I could cut myself into the shape they all want me to be, 
but fuck it,
I'll bleed out before they'll ever accept me.


Submitted: December 13, 2014

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