Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Too many senses, not enough common

I get nervous at concerts and movie theatres
Anywhere I can't hear myself swallow
On train platforms and construction sites
When the quake of pavement rattles my chest
Drowns out the feel of my own heartbeat

Sometimes my insides shift, skin goes numb
And I have to scratch red marks across my neck
To keep my soul from slipping out of my body
Getting sucked forever away into the deep blue sky
Like strayed balloons I cried over as a child.

(I use the balloon simile too much, but I swear that's literally what I'm afraid of when my soul's trying to escape me.)

No comments: