|
Post by Coquette on Dec 2, 2007 19:26:00 GMT -5
If I were a fly on the wall, I could crawl away the smudgy Stained white paint Between the silver staples And primary-colored pins
I could see myself in a kaleidoscope Of blue-black eyes.
A fly on the wall would see Me Sitting in the blaring silence. Surrounded by the organized chaos That is my home and sanctuary.
Lucious mounds pile in the corner, A flurry of color to contradict my grey-scale self. Perilously stacked Debris and disorder, But I know where everything lies.
A single white orb hangs in my Unpainted sky To illuminate my peace at twilight Brighten dusky days And chase my monsters away.
A fly on the wall would see me Hiding in my white noise Behind plasma screens.
I take comfort in knowing that I can be myself here.
I am invisible, finally content, With my safety strewn around me. In ever pile and stack I see a jungle to which I alone hold the Map. Any adventurer who cuts my precious foliage Will bear my scrutiny.
I rest here, seemingly alone, Yet I'm always observed.
A fly on the wall watches me. I feel the licorice kaleidoscope On me. I need a mosquito net.
C. Sirena Zotz. Mine own, not yours.m
|
|