escaping

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fall beneath a thousand stones
I wouldn’t feel a thing
my fragile bones wont crush
inhaled vibrations of silence
I fold upon tremors
under pressure from myself

concealed within a force field
I won’t allow access
permission denied
for it’s I who chose to dwell
in my labyrinthine enclosure

let hands go clockwise
when cold winds blow themselves
to sleep and I pull myself
out of the complicated
space that I allow myself
to wander through

Fiction – I’m not really in a dark mood tonight but my muse seems to be avoiding my company.

Copyright JMTacken 22 March, 2014