Anthology

Meaningless words fill up an empty page Then another.
Nothing seems to come out quite right.
I feel the words crammed inside me Clawing and aching to get free.

But no matter how they beat,
My empty soul,
My plastic skull keeps the padlock tight.
The pain is all-consuming.
I scream until my fingernails bleed
And my dark heart seethes
And my knees grow weak.
I can hear my heartbeat in my mind’s eye.
It races faster than a band of wild horses
Or a bobcat or cheetah can fly.
And it crashes in waves of turquoise and orange. It paints the sky deceased.
The words slowly fizzle
And creep down underneath.