Ready for impact, hold my breath
when I hear my name. I feel the
words come for me, knives sharpened
aimed at my heart, taken apart
and built up again until I’m
who you wanted me to be- blocks
stacking foundations, falling. You’re
intolerable. You turn the
mirror and suddenly I’m not
“doing right by you” so you pick
at me. Taking off three, two, one.
I can’t help the way I feel and
I’m trying so hard to hide it
but I see you every day. The
countdown starts and I feel all
the pressure building up
steam hissing bright lights
flashing beeping
explosion.
Three, two,
one.
We take off.
- Author: hannah (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 28th, 2019 11:33
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 69
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Comments1
Been reading your submissions. Good stuff, and fitting to start with this one. Keep posting!
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