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Nothing surrounds us but silence;
Nothing that is bar the drumming in my chest,
The enactment of the forthcoming event ringing in my ears,
The heavy tick of the clock as time ambles forward.
I fold and unfold the paper in my hands
Time and time again until the sibling
Snatches it like an eagle swooping on prey.
She does not read it; she has already rehearsed it with me.
It took days to craft with pen and ink.
My innermost revelations are now
Slotted onto a few lined pages. It appears worthless
But the acceptance of its content is priceless.
When the key turns in the lock
My throat catches on pins.
I am a caged bear with no hope of escape.
Another woman is my captor.
Fidget, pick nails, clear throat, exchange pleasantries;
Anything to avoid the imminent expose.
I catch her hawk like glare burning through me
And turn to face the judge and executioner.
Warm gaze and outstretched hands greet me.
Essence of carefree childhood days, tomboy mud pies
And catching crabs in the creek.
As I nestle in the warmth of arms
And inhale aroma I want to run.
You've got to tell her
You need to tell
I can't, I won't, and I don't want to.
You've backed out before, do it
My silent battle falls on deaf ears.
When the embrace slackens
She quickly drops her prey
In the hands as the kettle spits and bubbles.
She begins to read, to decipher, to unravel, to believe.
Rivers are coursing down my cheeks.
Even though nothing has been said
I know what she is taking in and I feel crushed.
My battle for secrecy is defeated.
With my angst flows a tide of relief.
Huge waves crash on my shore; the weight of
Lying and hiding and cheating lifted and rolled
From my shoulders and rippled for her to see.
As pupils glint at me over the prose
My heart floats to my mouth like a helium balloon.
I let my body catch up when I realize
That a smile has spread across her face.
It could signify acceptance or understanding.
I see it as a glimmer of faint hope and let my fingers glide
Across the table to meet hers.
The strong grasp pushes air from my chest.
As her rivers meet my tributaries
And her arms ground my flight
I know that I am secure.
My life has pupated.
Nothing that is bar the drumming in my chest,
The enactment of the forthcoming event ringing in my ears,
The heavy tick of the clock as time ambles forward.
I fold and unfold the paper in my hands
Time and time again until the sibling
Snatches it like an eagle swooping on prey.
She does not read it; she has already rehearsed it with me.
It took days to craft with pen and ink.
My innermost revelations are now
Slotted onto a few lined pages. It appears worthless
But the acceptance of its content is priceless.
When the key turns in the lock
My throat catches on pins.
I am a caged bear with no hope of escape.
Another woman is my captor.
Fidget, pick nails, clear throat, exchange pleasantries;
Anything to avoid the imminent expose.
I catch her hawk like glare burning through me
And turn to face the judge and executioner.
Warm gaze and outstretched hands greet me.
Essence of carefree childhood days, tomboy mud pies
And catching crabs in the creek.
As I nestle in the warmth of arms
And inhale aroma I want to run.
You've got to tell her
You need to tell
I can't, I won't, and I don't want to.
You've backed out before, do it
My silent battle falls on deaf ears.
When the embrace slackens
She quickly drops her prey
In the hands as the kettle spits and bubbles.
She begins to read, to decipher, to unravel, to believe.
Rivers are coursing down my cheeks.
Even though nothing has been said
I know what she is taking in and I feel crushed.
My battle for secrecy is defeated.
With my angst flows a tide of relief.
Huge waves crash on my shore; the weight of
Lying and hiding and cheating lifted and rolled
From my shoulders and rippled for her to see.
As pupils glint at me over the prose
My heart floats to my mouth like a helium balloon.
I let my body catch up when I realize
That a smile has spread across her face.
It could signify acceptance or understanding.
I see it as a glimmer of faint hope and let my fingers glide
Across the table to meet hers.
The strong grasp pushes air from my chest.
As her rivers meet my tributaries
And her arms ground my flight
I know that I am secure.
My life has pupated.
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I agree with Jupit3r. Very, very nicely written indeed.
With my angst flows a tide of relief.
Huge waves crash on my shore; the weight of
Lying and hiding and cheating lifted and rolled
From my shoulders and rippled for her to see.
I love that <3
With my angst flows a tide of relief.
Huge waves crash on my shore; the weight of
Lying and hiding and cheating lifted and rolled
From my shoulders and rippled for her to see.
I love that <3