Uneven Scales

by

Heather Prudence Davis

I wonderful what triggered today's
Slight collision with schizophrenia
SHE WAS GLARING RED
And the black
RED. BLACK.
If anyone had looked at her
They would've noticed the internal war.
The conflict between red and black
Emerging from behind her eyelids.
Powerless to the flooding yolk of her emotions.
She tries to walk as quietly as she can
In order to convince herself she can
Invisibly float on the ice.
She can see them but they can't see or
Hear her nervously shout hello
Otherwise they would shout it back.
Would they like to see me?
Or hear me?
Should I allow myself to be seen?
I may need to relocate
My entire operation
And drink some tea.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Epitome
by: Jason Corban
from: Auckland, NZ

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