A girl sits still
atop a chair
bolted to the ground,
in a lrage white room.
Thoughts
buzz across the room,
colliding,
blurry.
The girl
faces straight ahead
toward the oak door-
her eyes unmoving.
Shadows
of feet pass
through the crack under the door-
unfaltering.
A Thought
dances
in front of her eyes.
The girl stands,
walks across the room,
eyes still set.
She gives the door a gentle nudge.
It swings open
as she grins
and steps through the doorway.
Time passes,
and the girl reaches
for the handle on the outside,
covered in gleaming
barbs and needles.
Warm blood
and salty tears
splatter the floor,
beneath a monster,
heaving between sobs.
I dont know how anyone else understood this poem, but to me it is like someone people trapped in their own state of mind. Someone who wants out, maybe because of the thoughts they have, and when they try to escape it only hurts them more. I really liked this because it grabbed my attention and i read it more than once, everytime i felt like i picked up more details from the authors mind, and that is what a real writer accomplishes.
ReplyDeleteI agree with sammywrites, this makes me think of people paralyzed by something...my question is the doorhandle on the outside...I am a little confused. Has she spent time outside the room and now wants to re-enter only to find re-entry painful or is she trying to close the door and she is unable to bc of the pain?
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