I find myself in this room
The hollow shaft entrance scrapped with flakes of things unspoken
I can not speak
And these walls echo so well the emptiness of a fallen state
I’m being pulled down
The force of the inoculation to my new reality is stringent in my veins
How did I get here slithering?
Dust meeting me like a vapor tasted in my afterbirth
I look around the room
There are thousands around me, just like me
Unable to speak
Looking
Up
Down
Around
Yet I hear them
I taste the air from their wasted yesterdays and the sinews of the deliverance
That never came
A suffocating wind blows across my face as I try to step
The layer of despondency thick on the floor traps my foot
Sticky
Black
Lifting is impossible
The faces adjoining me all with the same expression as I
Looking back toward the shaft
Then back toward each other
Then down
Then back toward each other
For a moment I feel content to look as they
But only for a moment
I picture the gateway
Mold spreads across my eyes
The lids drip with sand
I look at my hands
The lines of time they contain are spelled out in calligraphy
How did I get here slithering?
I was the beautiful one
Not like them
Not like you
A panicked crawl sneaks up on me
Bites me in the places that memories cannot hide from
Discovers desolate villages with cores cored
My forehead, flush with dreams of lamentations
Bounces down rivers of denial
For a moment my vision clears just enough for me to make out
The iris of my stranger
Next to me
Looking back
Scared
Floods of his soul wash through the mirror of my mind
And I see him
His skin becomes my bed cloth
And I lie in his greasy myths
Stagnate
Imprisoned
I see myself in a way only angels and demons can carry
And I realize where I am
Why I am
Locked within four walls that are rounded
And carrying an obelisk
I picture the gateway
It’s showing me what I want to see
Choices of imperial delusions jump across my fingers
As nothingness is composed on a piano with keys of nakedness
And I see him
Next to me
Looking back
Scared
Shaking my head the blood caresses my thoughts and brings me back within myself
I intend to abscond
I try to take the hand of another to pull myself free from the floor
And they step away
The sudden contrast of distance zippers through me
The separation hurts
And that angers me
And my mouth suppurates
I picture the gateway
Unable to speak
But I beat unspoken words into the air with eyes that are the drum
I have more to tender than this rounded space can contain
My garden is too diverse for this climate
Shall I let the weeds consume my precious fruit?
Nay
Nay
Shall my seed die?
Die to live?
Nay, for my tree shall be a new variety
I raise my hands toward the ceiling and grasp at the spongy membrane
Pulling with all my might I scream with my third voice “You can not have me”
My feet rise above the mire
The atoms of my body orbiting tightly force energy to emit from the blades of my shoulders where the wings once died
And I make my way towards the gateway
Not floating, not walking
Almost as if I am not moving at all
But the gateway draws near as if my focus was magnified
I begin moving through the tunnel
Scrapped with flakes of things unspoken
Until I reach the threshold
For just an instant I think and I raise my head to peer out of the vortex
And I find myself in this room
I look around the room
There are thousands around me, just like me
Nothing but heads peering out of their vortexes
Unable to speak
Looking
Up
Down
Around
Dust meets me like a vapor tasted in my afterbirth…

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WOW!!!

Thank you both ;-)

Another great write Michael...

and this is so powerful....

"My garden is too diverse for this climate
Shall I let the weeds consume my precious fruit?
Nay
Nay
Shall my seed die?
Die to live?
Nay, for my tree shall be a new variety"

you have a vocabulary that makes your writing soar...beautiful....

Thank you for the kind words ;-)

*Snap snap snap* Excellent!

Thank you very much

great write

Thank you, I'm glad you liked