swaying

leaving fingerprints
in fresh paint smears
from decorating this
new paper maché mask
already soaked through
with frustrated tears
as the universe mocks
my every attempt at
heartfelt sincerity

i
drift
alone
on the
currents
of the
river
styx
another
lost soul
bobbing
on the
brackish
waves

can anyone hear me
as i bemoan existing
on a plane nearly
exactly the same as
the one i call home
falling into the
subtle degrees that
separate myself from
the things i know as
intimately as a lover’s
contented sighs and
the catastrophic ache
in depressing tidings

my broken
wings
bound by
rusted chains
to the
swaying mast
as we
circle around
funnel clouds
in a fit
of unbridled chaos
my lungs
filled with
polluted water
as i suffocate
on denials
once more

2 thoughts on “swaying

  1. The second stanza with its tiny lines and wonderful word choice has me reading it thrice! Love the way each word is necessary and so intentional in the way it leads into the last two stanzas. 🙂

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