deepundergroundpoetry.com

All Gussied Up At The Table of The Normal

panic  
had plans today † †  
and as usual, † † †
she didnít bother †  
asking † †  
if I had any † † †
of my own † †  
† † †
the engines † † †
in my ears † † †
roar to life; † †  
hair-pin triggers † †  
yet unidentified † †  
send out † †  
the † † †
rescue squadron, † †  
everyoneís geared up, † † †
getting ready † † †
for flight † †  
† † †
heart thumping; † †  
speed metal † †  
bass beat † †  
triple-tap † †  
brrataatat! † †  
with the unexpected † †  
~flourish~ † †  
smack in the middle † †  
that threatens † † †
to upend † †  
the whole rhythm † †  
† † †
trembling fingers † †  
argue † † †
with each other, † †  
scratching imaginary † † †
bug bites † † †
picking at cuticles † † †
until it feels † † †
like Iíve hit a funny bone † † †
~shock to my gut~ † † †
and I put them † †  
in my mouth † † †
to soothe the sting † † †
† † †
dry tongue † † †
licks
chewed, † † †
cracked lips; † †  
shallow, † † †
too-cold air † † †
flows over † †  
my vibrating † † †
teeth † †  
and † † †
tries to find † † †
itís way † † †
into † † †
lungs † † †
already full † † †
but † † †
not † † †
remembering † † †
how † † †
to let it all go † †  
once itís trapped † †  
inside † †  
* † †  
* † †  
* † †  
* † †  
* † †  
* † †  
head under water, † † †
eyes darting † † †
Iím looking for proof; † †  
remember the exercise, † †  
ground in your senses, † †  
what can you † †  
see? † †  
feel? † †  
hear?
 
*  
*  
*  
*† †
I fix my stare † †  
towards my † † †
little collection † † †
of plants; † †  
they really have † † †
grown into lovely † † †
specimens, † †  
despite my † †  
overbearing brand † † †
of love, † †  
where I either † † †
ghost them † †  
until they display † †  
decaying leaves † † †
in surrender, † †  
or I smother them † † †
to death; † †  
I donít really have † †  
an in-between † †  
*  
*  
*† † †
I feel the icy flow † †  
from the cracked window † †  
stealing over my † † †
superheated cheeks, † †  
I stop to ponder the bliss † †  
of instantaneous relief; † † †
white-hot dread † † †
parking itself inside † †  
my skin, † † †
on high alert † †  
and ready to fight, † † †  
rumbles quietly † †  
under its breath † † †  
as the breeze † † †
caresses it back † † †
to sleep  
*  
* † †  
I smell my neighborís † †  
Tuesday fish supper; † †  
my nose wrinkles † †  
at the thought of † † †
fish with eyes † †  
fresh from the oven † †  
dried in the sockets † † †
staring at me † † †
over dinner † †  
while we † † †
politely discuss † †  
whatever it is † † †
normal people † †  
~people who can breathe at will~ † †  
let flow from their † † †
minds; † †  
I giggle at the thought † † †
of me all gussied up † †  
at the table of † † †
The Normal, † †  
using all the right † † †
silverware † †  
but dropping † † †
all the wrong † † †
curses, † †  
burning ears † † †
all over the room † †  
* † †  
I feel the calm † †  
climbing over the peak † †  
to call my name † †  
I count breaths, † †  
feeling each one † †  
lengthen, † † †
ever so slightly † † †
into the next, † † †  
until my heart † † †
beats slow and steady † † †
once more † †  
† † †
panic had plans † † †
today, † †  
but she † † †
didnít know † †  
Iíve been † † †
practicing † †  
LunaGreyhawk
Written by LunaGreyhawk
Published
Author's Note
New therapies and their progress 💜.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 11 reading list entries 6
comments 22 reads 142
DevilsChild MaryWalker EdibleWords Hunterapsych hrshykss Honoria
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 6:44pm by Miss_Sub
COMPETITIONS
Today 6:21pm by EdibleWords
COMPETITIONS
Today 5:24pm by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:45pm by Vamps
COMPETITIONS
Today 3:10pm by lepperochan