Fetal
Wishing herself away
She
spirals herself on ceramic to the height of childhood,
reuniting each extension of her being to simple oneness
to challenge the chaos in her mind.
Familiar figures outside the room shape themselves with concern,
but her crowded thoughts
cannot understand a silhouette;
she knows its lack of attention to detail.
Her lungs fill with steamy air and release in heavy sigh
around her favorite position:
She
feels safe in the warm pockets of her limbs, blanketing her heart from the chill of
truth beyond the room.
A fleeting urge to unfurl flies by,
as she hears the bathroom tile pleading to end
the smack of rumblings from her toes:
but she resists,
knows enough
not to anger a nerve’s anxiety.
Curls droop anxiously over her knees,
eager to be straightened to some sense of sanity,
but she brushes them away from the moistness on flushed skin:
figures they’ll only frizz with failure
alongside her own objectives…
At this moment,
She owns the serenity of ease
seemingly unnoticeable
to others performing worry beyond the door.
Oh the moment to hold and not let go!
The fear of greeting her fate outside….
But
The sanctity of her thighs cannot warm
the length of her body beyond a moment;
the tears from her eyes never completely drown
the sight of confusion;
the locks of hair are never opaque enough
to shield the brash smirks
of ultraviolet light;
and the arch of her frame eventually must cease
its primitive beauty…
All, sadly,
in overwhelming acceptance
of her non literal position.
Copyright © Michele Godleske | Year Posted 2006
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