The Alphabets of My Life

D a r k

As the consonants move closer to the vowel, my senses get deeper. i feel the core of me striving on a trembling pulse while sights and sounds get a wide dizzy and unearthly, if that should suffice what i want to describe here. The ears are on a hair-raising alert as the sounds of pages i flip and the keys that i hammer send in a sharp shrilly sound while the eyes go ‘wide’ open to a foray of blur. My tongues are tied and they are dry. The saliva hurts it. Even water is like a poison now but my breath, i still have it. No, I won’t back down.

D a r k

D     a    r     k

D           a      r     k

D a                        r     k

No, I won’t back down.

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~ by deadkid on February 6, 2008.