Living v living
Living v living
By Dominique Smith
Mirror images are flooded with joy compassion is overlooked and the heart that beated for it echoes across the pond. Neglected and overwhelmed both extremely acidic. You eat your favorite food and you drink your wine. Flashes of off color flowers, hey they call you look up at the reflection of normality.
In your hand a cold stone, smooth to the touch of your finger tips, small but fragrant scent of salty air. Wind sweep's past your ears, hey are you ok? They call but when you speak you smile and say yes, you blink it's three days later and you have more smooth cold stones. You feel you touch you taste the way every being has had and will. The plant is there over watered, Goosebumps comes from your skin. The hair on your arms flex like the leafs on a Autumn tree.
You shutter to thought of a misstep, you count the steps as you move your hand down the railing, Broad hallways are dark and quiet. Your hair on your head falls to your shoulders. the tips of said hair grow pale, Hey you with us? They ask you looking at the ceiling but never directly at you. You answer with a smile with a nodding motion. The table grows longer and the faces blur. You're respected, rejected, inspected, humiliated,praised, and thrown away. No one hears your whispers because you have none. You look at yourself image through the eyes of the confused, You ponder have you been living or living.
Copyright © Dominique Smith | Year Posted 2024
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