Reinvention

by

Katherine Tildes

the silent thought
the aching pain
all inside me
each drawing more

energy from me
my already shriveled soul

heart beat
sore feet
tired& restlessness
within myself

I feel like
the clock has stopped
The times’ bent itself
backwards for me somehow
It seems the walls haven’t caved in
but flattened down like a giant sat on them
Pictures on the floor
Clothes tattered
My life scattered in ashes on the floor,
a simple wind could blow up anytime.

Would it shatter me?
The wind with its long bony fingers
grasping at my hair
smirking at my screams
Would it pick me up
and toss me about
like a leaf or vacant stare?
Would I be left on the floor?
Alone, aware
that the house is gone
and all its contents_
with my life.
Shit.
Fuck.
Glare at the stars that aren’t there
Maybe I’ll kneel in the corner
and pray that the goddess takes this house from me,
and all of its contents.
So that I can relive,
Redie,
Reinvent myself again.

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