Xanadu
 

Eyes watering. Lights glaring. Everybody staring. I do not want to be tabled. I do not want to be looked at. I do not want to be on display. So stuck, so tired.  Table turning my stomach. Legs shaky and splintered. Nowhere to go—Nowhere to hide.

I’m laddered by others,  stepped on and used. Rear rail creaking  under the intense weight as I’m a platform to climb and take advantage of. The rear braces, unused to  such load, caves in on itself. Meant to reach for towering heights,  yet exploited for selfishness.  I splinter in silence, my frame begging for care. Paint chipped from the grasp of hands that never stay. Still, I hold their hopes, their boots,  their burdens.   When they are done ascending,  no one ever look

The anxiousness I hold in my  Decisions hurt my soul  Like a kneeling sinner in mass.  Begging for help. Begging for forgiveness. Begging...

Red wine intoxicates the gray carpet, the living room is filled with screaming and tears, but the red disperses throughout. I think back...

I spend nights drifting off in a beat up taxi, barrelling towards the traffic signal, meant to yield, meant to brake, as fog lamps beam...

The music roars bouncing off walls. Heels click, voices tangle up,  plates clatter,  glass rings,  and camera flashes. The room spins ...

The stage is full of dust and amp cables.  The floor, warm from the lights. The chairs are empty and leaning.  The silence echoes around....

Being in that white suffocating room. With nothing indicating the day, But the white-board that stared at me with annoyance. Everyone...

The endless void of an ever expanding hole. Other times the shimmering excellence of stained glass. As dull as a worn fabric while also...

Was a graveyard Full of lingering memories. Memories from the past. Crows and coffins Resting in their home. Tombstones tired and worn....